Snake Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

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

Kai shot back, already shifting before the argument could continue. It started at their fingertips, a ripple of teal scales spreading over their small arms like water washing over stone. Their nails elongated, curving slightly as their pupils stretched into thin, snake-like slits. Their legs melded together seamlessly, shifting from soft flesh into a long, coiling serpent tail-a stunning shade of teal that shimmered under the faint moonlight, perfectly complementing their hazel eyes. They giggled excitedly, flicking their forked tongues out as they twined around each other playfully.

I knew very well whatever between us can't escalate. *Seven months had passed* It was early in the morning. I was in the middle of a mountain and sitting with a quiver of Black cobras. Snakes had my attention from the start of their evolution. Beautiful but venomous and dangerous. Similar to me! The humans have given me the symbol of the same. People draw a circle with a few lines and call it as the sun and a crescent shape was called as the moon. But I have no idea why they have come up with the idea of a cloud symbol that partially hides a snake to represent me. Their symbol was accepted by us as their love was more valuable.

"It looks like the scales of a snake and the same with the other stone down here but at a different angle!" Dr. Ivan squinted his eyes as he stared at the drawing. "You wouldn't see it clearly on the stone, but in the drawing, well..." he commented, scratching his white beard with a thoughtful look. "I guess you're right, little one." "Yes! The spiral is like the inside of a clock rotating," I said. "All you have to do is just imagine those rings rotate back into their original positions. When all the seven rings are aligned, it would reveal a hidden image of a snake!"

The second snake demon was also intensely furious. Evania was quite shocked and astonished seeing a third monster appearing right in front of her eyes. This third monster was blue all over his body. He got two long pointed horns, two dark red eyes, and his two sharp canine teeth. But, not knowing why, seeing this third monster, Evania wasn’t as shocked and frightened as seeing the first and the second monsters. Evania could simply sound out her monolog underneath the quagmire of her thought, feeling as well as perception.

After what seems like hours, I look at it, picking it up and I nod at it. It is exactly how I saw it. The white cobra with black eyes with its mouth open and fangs dripping green venom wrapped around a skull with red flowers in the eye sockets, dripping blood down the cheekbones and jaw. I shudder as I look at it. I will find you. I even have the shading down to a tee. I grab my phone and the picture taking a picture of it; I send it to my uncle Gianni. A crackle comes through the baby monitor. I know she is starting to wake.

Under the dim moonlight, I saw these black snakes surrounding the tents and the car, forming a massive circle that trapped the guards and me inside. My throat went dry with tension, my hands trembling as I observed the black snakes with their white eyes drawing countless intricate patterns on the ground. The snakes intertwined, leaving no visible escape. Yet, curiously, they seemed content to trap us without showing signs of attacking. The clatter of hooves drew my attention, and I turned to see several figures approaching from outside the snake circle. These were not ordinary people. Some were missing half their heads, some had lost arms, and others had no legs and crawled on their hands. T

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

Vladimir explained. He unwrapped his arms from around me and walked to his desk, opening it, he showed me a file which contained his drawings. I nodded at him, asking for permission to see the rest of the pictures. The one he showed me was of a black dragon with a red eye and fire coming out of its mouth. “Why’d you stop though?”

I wasn’t crying, but the lack of oxygen seemed to force it out. “Remember that lullaby I used to sing you when you were just a pup?” “Dw..wane. S…stop.” Why was he doing this? I wanted to ask him, but my mouth was too busy fighting to get in bites of air. “Night-night little puppy,” Snake Eyes began to hum as he choked the life out of me. “Don’t sneak around at night…Or the big, black wolf would come for you and grab your flank…Drag you off into the woods underneath the Willow root…”