Pegasus Draw Novels & Stories

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

we both muttered at the same time, then stared at each other like teenagers caught passing notes. For a while, none of us spoke. We watched Amy draw another two red wolves. She wrote mommy on one and then one with a tiny pup curled next to it, and she signed it as Amy. She scrunched up her nose as if she was missing something. She made another big and scary wolf and two pups next to it. I know it was Vespara and Nora, and Augustus. I saw that she drew Vespara closer to her feet, but drew Nora and Auggie on my side but near Vespara, but away from Dante, because she was too possessive of her father to share him. Now, I know, she was pondering where to draw Ace, as all the space near her was fi

The script was too ancient for me to understand so I focused on the drawings instead. The first one had a group of living beings, werewolves living together in a community, eating, relaxing, and living peacefully. The second one showed a few of them going on hunting and killing off the wild beasts easily. The leader seemed to have gained a lot of power and the next one showed him becoming more powerful and standing tall while addressing his pack. The drawings were fading away so I couldn’t catch all of it, but it seemed that this leader challenged the Moon Goddess herself, as he seemed to be jumping towards the moon with his claws pierced out.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

POV: Siena Blake “Mama, please,” Roman whispered softly, tugging on the hem of my blouse with both of his small hands like his grip alone could change my mind if he held on tightly enough. I looked down at him where he sat cross-legged on the thick living room rug, his sketchpad sprawled open beside him with bright crayon lines zigzagging across the page. The blue crayon was still in his hand, his fingers smudged with bits of color. His curls were wild and slightly messy from an entire afternoon spent drawing pictures of dragons breathing fire and tall buildings with tiny people inside them. At some point, he had even drawn a pink purse and labeled it “Mama’s Bag.” His cheeks were flushed fr

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Eliza was staring at Artemis, tilting her head and glancing around the room. She walks around the alter looking at the chalk outlines Greyson had drawn last time he was here. “The chalk is newer.” Eliza says, dropping to a squat to investigate it, “Yes, Greyson drew it when we came here last time. He has the sight, and this is what he saw.” Eliza nods, glancing at Greyson and raising an eyebrow then looking back to the ground. Celine glances and sees Seb and Greyson making out. She smiles and looks back at the Goddess. “Any thoughts?”

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

At the end of the afternoon, Luwase was in his room drawing. He was obsessed with Kataleya and Igor's faces. On his bed there were more than fifty drawings he had made. He heard the door slam. Luwase indignantly opened it. “ Lissa! Lissa: “ can I come in? Luwase looked at the drawings on the bed. “ It's not a good time! Lissa: “ Luwase, Rassy showed me these drawings...

Claudius murmured shyly as he convinced his mini-me to give his permission. Perseus opened his palm to ask for my phone. He scrolled on the gallery and when he found a picture that he liked. Perseus deleted every other shot and kept the one that he liked. "You can send him that picture, Mama," Perseus said before he nonchalantly left our tent. "Moon Goddess, I didn't know that my heart would flatter this bad for a single picture of me and my pup. Can you see my face?" Claudius asked while he was pointing at his cheeks.