Nezuko Sketch Novels & Stories

Even though multiple battle marks were scattered around the skeletonʼs bones, the skeleton exuded an aura of authority and elegance as it was glowing faintly with white light all over. Zeno fixed his gaze on the skeleton. “Once I turn this amazing skeleton into a puppet, it will be able to unleash the powers of the Chaos Rank.” James detected the time and noticed that an epoch had passed in the outside world whilst they worked on the skeleton within the time formation. “How long is it going to take for you to finish making the puppet?” James asked. He was aiming to win first place in the competition for the Boundless Ranking. Zeno answered, “I need at most an epoch of the outside world.”

There was nothing to be gained from that skirmish. "About six minutes, Master Lukas." Zeke replied to his former student. "Excellent!" Lukas said and sat down in a lotus position. He was a strange image to look at. His legs were short and unnatural whereas his bulging back was bowed as a drawn bow. He seemed like a person carrying a mountain because his protruding back rose over his head. That was not counting the weird shape of his face. He was akin to an unfinished painting left by its maker, raw and purely offensive to the eyes. Lukas was indeed not a pleasant sight to see.

Moza sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor of Abigail’s bedroom, enveloped by scattered crayons and drawing paper. Stretched out across her lap was a sketch of Elbara and Elzen that Abigail was carefully coloring. "Uncle Elzen’s eyes are designed slightly narrower, sweetheart. And Uncle Elbara possesses a highly defined jawline, so it needs to look more angular around the chin. Look, precisely like this photograph," Moza guided softly, pointing to the image on her phone screen.

I was crying over a sketch when Lucien found me. It was past midnight. The building was empty except for security and the cleaning crew. I'd been working on collection details, refining pieces, making sure every element was perfect. Then I'd drawn something without thinking. A small jacket with origami folds, perfectly proportioned for a child. Maybe age five or six. The same age as Leo.

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

While using the paper stumps shading over the bottom of the bowl to give it the shadow effect to his sketch. Koishi just stares at his sketch with the aww expression on his face looking at his sketch leaving his mouth wide open. “Woooo you like to sketch too” Koishi gaps with a smile over his face making the boy black-haired boy flinch. As he freezes in the mid-air over the sketch of the view in front of him, he was doing. “I’m also so stupid if you were in the same art room as me then why wouldn’t you love art too right?” Still not getting any response from the boy.

The throwing stopped completely. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Noah turn his head. He looked at me, then at the massive pad of paper in my lap. I kept sketching, my hand flying across the page as I outlined a massive, whimsical treehouse with spiral staircases and a slide that dipped into a glowing pond. It was the kind of architecture that didn't care about budgets or reality. Slowly—so slowly it felt like watching a turtle cross a road—Noah crawled over. He stopped about two feet away, hovering, his eyes wide as he stared at the drawing.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. Ezekiel moved away from the huge tree to reveal himself, however, the four-striped pigs did not notice him since they are still eating the remains of the long-eared rabbits. Ezekiel didn't mind it and just waved his hand a little and a long white as the snow flute appeared in his palm. The flute white as the snow had a long lightning symbol engraved in it. Ezekiel gracefully held his flute as he moved it closer to his mouth.

After these guys contacted me about what pieces of mine they liked and what they were looking for, I worked up several new designs that fit their specifications. Steve and Slade both lean over the table, staring down at my sketches critically as they thumb through the pages. I watch the expression on Slade’s face carefully as he eyes each one, scrunching up his nose and frowning at a few, sliding them away. He finally lands on one that has his eyes lighting up, the corner of his mouth lifting. “This is sick,” he murmurs, dragging it closer. “Could you do something to make the skulls pop? Make them neon or something?”