Pegasus Draw Novels & Stories

Oceana said sarcastically. "Jisela didn't tell me about this. How do I solve this?" She asked herself, and a large rock fell down. "I have little or no time." She hurriedly but carefully looked at the animals drawn on it. "Hmm, A horse, a lion, a leopard, a nightingale, a quill, a snake, a zebra and a koala. What does all these have to do with the dagger? " She asked herself and three rocks fell down making the floor to vibrate.

Summer had just begun, there was no reason she was charging so much to digest that information. When Artemisia stopped running her fingers through the yellowish leaves, there was a drawing made with charcoal and graphite at the beginning of that page. It was the drawing of a tall being and almost all made by shadows, Delfine tried to make a scenario for that thing, but all the young woman could understand from the scribbles was a half-open window and a crow in the chest.

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

I scoffed, of course he didn't, “You don't know me, I'll say the same of you as well.” He groaned as he left the shelf, his eyes glazed over the room and he got on his knees, which surprised me, “What are you doing? Is this part of the ritual?” “Yes.” He used the chalk in his grip and began to draw on the sudden floor. First, he drew a round circle around the pedestal, I inched back as I stood in his way, and then he proceeded to draw. At first, I thought they were triangles until he was done before I realized it was a pentagon.

The emotions swelled within him, a mixture of tenderness and awe. Percy's gaze shifted to Prescelle, who had put the finishing touches on her drawing and now looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Her eyes, the same shade as her mother's, held an innocence and wonder that he found endearing. He offered her a genuine smile, a smile that spoke of shared secrets and unspoken promises.

Lifting his arm the white eagle perched onto it while Feral caressed its feathers with his free hand. Genad stared listlessly with dull eyes, unknown thoughts brewing inside his mind as his eyes sparked slightly. Paws didn’t seem to notice though as he latched onto Feral even more on turning into a boy. After finally being coaxed to let go, he bent to the ground to divulge the information he had gotten. Feral stared at the distinct drawing on the floor and was stunned at how neat and detailed it was, it was almost like a mini G****e map and even the dumbest could understand what was drawn.

"I brought some special markers, the kind that smell like fruit." "Smell like fruit?" Tom's eyes went huge. "That's so cool! Can I smell them?" For the next forty minutes, Tom and I sat at the low table while he drew elaborate pictures of penguins and dinosaurs having adventures. He narrated every detail, explaining the plot of his drawings with the seriousness of a director describing his masterpiece. "This penguin is named Mr. Waddles," Tom explained, carefully coloring in a purple penguin. "And this dinosaur is his best friend, Chompy. They go on adventures together and save people from bad guys."

Her pencil finally moved. First she drew Elias. Tall. Straight shoulders. One hand slightly extended. Then she drew herself beside him. Small. Dark hair. Gray eyes. Emily leaned over. “That looks like you.” Luna nodded. “It is.” “Good start.” Luna said nothing. Because she was not finished. Her hand moved again. Slowly this time. Carefully. A woman appeared. Long hair. Soft eyes. The face remained unfinished. Still Luna knew who it was. Or maybe she did not.

I walked over to the nightstand, where her drawing notebook lay open. "What did you draw today, princess?" I murmured softly to myself, looking down at the pages. The sketch was a remarkably accurate rendering of the estate stables, surrounded by thick, structural lines that she had carefully colored in our signature sapphire-blue color. I knelt beside her mattress, my large, scarred hand resting gently on the wooden edge of her bedframe.

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"