Sailor Moon Draw Novels & Stories

The twins decided to draw some fruits, Alice drew the sea and I drew Sophie. “aahhhhh, look how pretty I am” Sophie laughed sweetly. “of course” I smiled to myself. I drew Sophie howling towards the moon with glistening white and light blue fur reflecting the night sky. I have decided to draw this theme and represent Sophie in this way as we are assassins who work in the shadows and the best places is the dark so night time is the best time of the day furthermore, Sophie loves to come out to run when it is the full moon.

Chapter: 10 ****** The crystal moon took its full size and its glorious brightness filled the great city. Sea creatures gathered in their hundreds to watch the crystal moon grow bigger and its brightness was exceedingly great, it brightness near blinding and the Sea Creatures couldn't look upon it for much longer. It was time they each returned to their homes and rested and as they all retired to their homes, the Tideian made his way to the Sea Mountain, the crystal moon glow eased into his body, the Tideian marks scattered about all over his body each creating a spiral returning to the crystal moon, the Tideian soon became as bright as the crystal moon even his eyes glowed like the moon and

"You can have whatever treasure we find—" "Oh, I know," he laughed, looking up at me over his shoulder, then he slipped through the doors and out of sight. *** Maeve I spread my fingers over the map, trying to make sense of the seemingly ancient script and hand drawn curves of the unfamiliar lands. It was so different compared to the maps Troy used to navigate the ship, so old-fashioned and almost mythical. I turned it upside down, looking at the tiny pictures along the margins; drawings of wolves and the moon cycles, of course. A strange looking flower and a man with red eyes. The Moon Goddess herself, depicted as a woman with long, flowing white hair covering her naked breasts, her skin sk

He climbed onto the sofa beside her and opened the notebook. Crayon lines filled the page. Bright colors. Simple shapes. But the drawing was recognizable. Three stick figures stood side by side beneath a large sun. Evelyn had seen similar drawings from him before. Usually the same three figures. A woman. A child. And a tall man with darker shading around the eyes. Silas held the notebook proudly. “Do you like it?” Evelyn forced a soft smile. “It’s beautiful.” He studied the picture carefully. Then pointed to the tallest figure.

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

Luna in the small room with the good morning light on the day she was born, rendered from memory with the particular quality of Anya’s eye for what mattered. Luna in the garden in the April light, small against the large spring world. Luna is on the desk reaching for Calla’s web drawing. Luna in the August garden reaching outward in the web, which Anya had somehow captured in the drawing as a quality of extension, the small figure with something reaching past the visible edges of the page. Luna at the solstice, held by Selene, surrounded by the gathered community. A drawing for each month. Twelve drawings for twelve months.

And I never forgot it. “Moon markings…” I whispered to myself, turning another page. “Moon-borns… Star children… no… no…” I reached for a thick brown book with gold corners. “Ah. This one.” I opened it carefully. The pages were old and dry. I turned slowly, reading each word, scanning each picture. Then I saw it. A drawing. A crescent moon. In the same exact spot where Selene had hers. I gasped and sat up straight. “Oh Goddess…”

The drawings on them are intricate. Ancient. Symbols swirl across the pages like living patterns. I step closer to the table. The parchments are covered in old ink drawings. Two symbols dominate the center. One is a silver crescent moon. The other, a dark circle. An eclipse. My eyes narrow. “What are these?” Eira traces the moon symbol with one gnarled finger. “This,” she says quietly, “represents the Moon bloodline.” Then she taps the eclipse. “And this represents the Eclipse bloodline.”

Now, he saw more of these drawings on the paper. Hierro showed the paper to Iero. “This must be a letter or a verse to the moon goddess.” He answered. “Huh? Why?” Iero asked. Hierro pointed to Yuria and Reyan who are taking out the contents of the compartment that is made of stone. “These papers came from the moon goddess’ temple, so they should definitely be addressed to the moon goddess.” He explained. “I see!” Iero exclaimed in realization. Hierro looked back at the paper and looked at each character drawn. Three of them appeared the most. It was a drawing of a circle with many criss-crossed lines inside, followed by a horizontal number 3, and then scattered dots.

Moon noticed her nervousness and spoke. Moon: You can only pass if I let you. Now tell me, what's your name? Ocean: Ocean, my name is Ocean Knight. Moon: Another Knight. You ain't look all nerdy and bratty like the other three. Ocean: They are my cousins. Moon: look at me then answer me. I don't like being avoided. She looked at Moon. Moon looked straight in her beautiful blue eyes. She also looked straight in his eyes. She felt something familiar in those green orbs. Moon smiled and got out of her way.