Scientific Cicada Drawing Novels & Stories

Cord drew a diagram on the stone floor of the sanctuary courtyard using a piece of white chalk. It was not a map of the territory. It was a schematic of a gear. Silas and his senior wolves stood around it, watching the system-builder. They were still nursing the physical and psychological wounds of the morning’s failed charge.

Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum. “I do not know what a crazak is, but we call them Scampers,” Dilo said, tilting her head after testing the word crazak a few times audibly. “The word has a ring to it. Crazak, I like it.” “They are hive-minded creatures, we do not usually see them often enough for them to be a problem. The fact they are here, have seen us but haven’t attacked is a little strange and off-putting,” Cassius said, his eyes still focused on the ten crazaks all crouching in a semi-circle in the middle of the road, staring up toward their group.

“Yeah, we are almost —” “What's this?!” Trisha exclaimed, cutting Harold off with her excitement-filled voice. The feeble beam from her flashlight shone on the walls of the cave and on it were inscriptions of some sort! “Step back,” Harold ordered as he shone his much brighter light at the wall. The three lurched to the other end of the wall and were able to see what was on the wall better. There were drawings—in red (which Wilkes suspected was blood) and black. The diagrams on the primeval wall were chiefly of slaughtered wolfs, vampires and witches—or wizards, hiding behind trees; drawn with an organized assembly of long, dark strokes, and the moon.

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

Coco hesitated, wondering if she should just leave. Then, she grabbed her bag and took out a notepad and a pen. Coco drew a cartoon character on the paper and handed it to Lucas. "Here, this is for you. I hope you'll feel better." Lucas lowered his gaze to the paper she had handed to him. Coco had drawn a simple cartoon character of him. With a few simple strokes, she had captured his facial features precisely. The eyes bore a significant resemblance to his eyes, allowing others to recognize him in the drawing.

He leads the way up the stairs to the room we were just in with the dead werewolf. He grabbed his notepad from his desk and flickered through the pages when he stops and shows us his drawing. It was a circle with 5 spikes making it look like a star. It kind of looks like a star with a moon inside. It is hard to describe. I don't really know what to make of it. I look at Kristy who is studying the drawing, wondering if she knows what it means. "It's the Hunters mark," she says