Suspense Drawing Novels & Stories

I couldn't sleep. Desperate for an escape, I grabbed a sheet of heavy art paper and began drawing. My hands shook as I began to draw, letting my raw emotion guide the strokes. Within minutes, James's face began to emerge from the stark white paper. I stared intensely into his eyes through the charcoal lines, feeling a dangerous, intoxicating connection to a ghost.

But Elena slowly walked towards Sarah to peep at what she drew. Sarah sat down, closed her eyes and clenched her fist while Elena peeped at what she drew. "What's this?" Elena muttered to herself as she stared at what Sarah drew. A little boy, lying on a rock on the pool of his blood with a gunshot at his forehead. She wrote the number 9 close to her drawing and circled it. "What the fuck is this? " Elena muttered to herself. "Elena! You've got to see this!" Laura called out to her but she was still staring at the weird drawing.

Question after question swirled within him, a mental whirlwind that brought with it a dull ache behind his eyes. He threw back the covers and jumped out of his bed as a sudden idea sparked in his mind. He retrieved his school bag, unzipped it, and rummaged for his pen and notebook. On the blank pages, he began to draw two small boy figures taking shape under his hand. These drawings were a secret project, a gift for his little brother for their meeting tomorrow. The first drawing depicted his initial observation of the young boy from a distance. It captured the moment he had first noticed little Zadkiel from his hidden vantage point.

Half-finished profiles, small studies of my mouth, my knuckles. He didn't just draw my hands. He drew the veins on my forearm. He drew the calluses on my fingers. He drew the scar on my left palm. I feel something in my chest lurch. This isn't a sketch book. It's an obsession, and I’m so here for it. I flip a page and my breath stills in my throat. It’s me, drawn from the side, on my knees. My head is bowed, my hands clasped behind my back. It’s not last night. It’s from a drill. But the focus he’s captured is all sex. The tension in my spine, the line of my ass.

It contained the drawing of a wolf and the signature A at the bottom. I studied the grey and black patterns of the drawing wondering if this was how Alaric's wolf was. Or was it his dad's or his mom? I shoved the papers back into the drawer and moved away from the dresser. Sorrel stood behind me silently, his eyes occasionally checking the floor and brushing the cobwebs that clung to his feet. “I think we should go.” I said, a shiver coursing down my spine. The room gave me creeps especially with the untouched state.

Lindsey had some eerie music on, and scented candles were flickering nearby as she fully focused on the screen. Summer didn't know how long she had slept, but Lindsey had already finished with her linework. Summer walked over. The moment she saw the linework, she was mesmerized. Even without colors, the poster exuded an eerie, bewitching atmosphere. "Summer, you're up?" Lindsey had turned around when she noticed the movement behind her, only to be so startled that she almost dropped her pen. "Don't tell me you've been drawing nonstop since I fell asleep?" Summer said.

Luke scratched his hair and said with a bit of frustration. Sydney's eyes sparkled, "That's right! We can get a painter and have him draw a picture of the woman based on Jane's description. When the police go on an investigation, if they don't know what the suspect looks like, they'll draw the suspect out based on the victim's description." Luke clapped his hands, "That's easy! I have an employee in my company who is good at drawing, especially portraits. I'll let him do the drawing. But we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

He stopped the car and looked over at Suzanne, “What’s wrong? Suzanne?” Suzanne’s face had gone pale, she pressed the paper into Tom’s hand and started to cry. She broke down, all the anxiety, grief and fear that had been building up in her was too much to handle. “Shh….it’s alright Suzanne. It’s alright,” he hushed, gathering her into his arm. The brown faded paper fell onto Tom's lap. He kissed her mane and soothed a tearful Suzanne. But had he seen the paper, Tom would have noticed a tiny drawing at the bottom of the paper. The drawing eerily resembled the mark on Suzanne's palm. Under it, Hendricks had scribbled a single English word. It read ‘Armaggedon’.

Susan said looking around on the ground. "What did you drop ?" Khloe tried peering out of the cage . "This ." Susan picks a charcoal pencil from the ground that had rolled toward Khloe cage . "What do you use that for ." Khloe asked . " I draw at times ." Susan answered. "Really ?" Khloe sounded amused . "uh-huh ." Susan nods her head "I will make a drawing of you someday." Susan promised. "I hope so ." Khloe answered. "What the hell are you doing there ?" A voice startled them, it was the ugly vampire that had pissed into her cage the previous day ,the same one that had fucked the maid.

He stared at it with so much intensity. “What's behind the inspiration?” “Nothing in particular, I just sat down and... drew.” I explained. I collectively remembered the day I drew the portrait. I had just finished having little fall out with mom, I walked towards my pencil, as I held the pencil, so many emotions began to flow through. Carefully, I began to draw. The drawing took five hours to complete, I had lost track of time. When I was done, I was surprised to see what I had done. It was a well sculptured drawing of a bleeding girl, standing next to a huge creature, more like a huge dog with blazing eyes that could kill its prey. They were both surrounded by the forest, brown tree branch