Pegasus Draw Novels & Stories

Nova POV. I did get my paper and pencils to draw, and I did a great drawing of daddy Lucifer, along with the horns, the tail and the pitchfork. Maybe it wasn't really him but that's how I'm seeing him today, he's a big evil meanie, punishing me when I did nothing! "Look" I say standing up and showing him my drawing, he take the paper from my hand and look at it, it takes him some time before turning back to me.

His smile is charming and his eyes are soft. "Maybe I'm already falling. ." He takes an inhalation at my words, shifting his stance and wrapping his arms around me from behind. "So, if you look right there," he points out in the distance of the sky, "you'll find four stars going almost in a row, do you see it?" I nod, my back brushing his chest. I can't decide if my focus should be on the sky or him but I manage to locate the four stars I think he's pointing at. Two are brighter than the others but I can still make it out. It's cygnus the swan, Mom taught me that much. Still, I'm much too content in his hold to reveal my knowledge. I lean back into his chest, his warmth surrounding me. "Now

She touched one drawing. "This is the river. This is the buildings. This is the chamber." She moved her hand along the progression. "This is the arrivals. All of it, drawn, in order." She stopped. "And then this." Aria crouched down. The drawing at the end of the sequence was different from the others. Not architectural. Not geographical. Not the specific practical diagrams Elena had used for the physical preparations. A circle. Inside it, two figures. One large. One very small.

I hurried forward to pull Charlie back, as he seemed to be standing right where it was going to land. "It worked." Charlie smiled. "You made that?" I blinked, not surprised he did, but surprised he pulled it off barely seconds after realising the truth. "Emotions are merely the source of power, the ink in the pen." He stated, looking up at his creation. A beautiful black Pegasus trotted to a stop a few steps in front of us. It stood on its back legs, its wings blowing a violent gust of wind as it let out a loud cry that pricked my ears a little.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” He kissed her on the forehead, the familiar warmth of her skin almost undoing him completely. Tessa grabbed his hand, tugging at it with excitement. “Come look! I made something.” Kris let her pull him across the room, each step feeling like a lead weight. She led him to the floor where a pencil drawing lay on a sheet of paper. Kris sat down beside her, feeling numb as he looked at the drawing. It was simple—just three stick people. A man, a woman, and a little girl in between them holding both of their hands.

It wasn’t quite hard to wake up from that dream, and open her eyes to her current nightmare. “What are you thinking about?” Paige asked, as she sat down on the next chair to her, she noticed that Crystal had been looking out the window for a while now and she wasn’t concentrating with work. Her eyes pried into the tablet and she noticed that she wasn’t working on any of her designs, the drawing seemed to be that of a person and a familiar one too. “Mother,” Crystal confessed, as she raised her hands tiredly to continue to finish up the art. “I have been trying so much to perfect this particular drawing; I don’t have any photos of her so it makes it difficult to get the exact facial expressio

the man's icy voice sounded above her head. Stella replied in a serious voice, "A self-portrait. Does it look alike?" Keegan gritted his teeth, "And the dog?" Stella looked away a little guiltily, "I drew it on a whim. Since you don't allow me to have a pet dog, you're not even allowing me to draw one?"

"But I do like them, your sketches." Lepidus felt his pulse quicken, a strange mix of triumph and nervous anticipation. "Then… I can draw something for you." Caligula's gaze snapped up, surprised, a flicker of genuine interest in his eyes. "For me?" He shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, the rough edge of the charcoal stick pressing into his palm. "Why not? You like them, don't you?" The boy hesitated, the midday sun casting golden highlights on his slightly long blond hair.

I chuckle as does Vilkas. “Our family. Look how happy they are.” He says as he kisses my cheek. I nod as I look at Wesley, Penny, Hyperion, and Lara, and they are the same as us. I see a black horse step forward; it flaps its wings, and I gasp. A Pegasus. Vilkas helps me stand and I move towards him and take a good look at him. I smile as it turns its eyes to me. He bows and ruffles his wings. He is beautiful; he has feathers on his hooves and his black mane is so long that it nearly touches the ground.

Pegasus nodded. “Yes, Master.” Yulian’s eyes sparkled with joy. Losing both Capra and Pigsy seemed like a blessing in disguise now as he was given Pegasus. Among the Quintus family’s twelve zodiac fighters, Pegasus was one of the best, second only to Black Dragon. With his presence, Yulian had no concerns for Tyr Summers and his bunch of ragtag fighters. “Thank you so much, Father.” Yulian swiftly thanked his father.