Transformers Starscream Drawing Novels & Stories

I winked at him. " I trust you and your artistic skills," he assured me. I placed the brush on his collarbone, moving down his chest, drawing the silhouette of a snake across his muscles. His eyes followed my every move with a smug smile on his face. I couldn't deny that Liam was handsome, and if it hadn't been for the feeling I had already noticed Skyller had for him, I probably would have taken the opportunity to find out if he lived up to his reputation. I finished the drawing with white paint, making some details like eyes and scales, ignoring the other girls' glances at our little interaction.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

Within seconds of my command, it roars at me in a great flood of pain while another distinct scream joins mine briefly before quieting again. Screaming into the clear night sky, I can make out the large white moon above as it shines, my elongating shrieks slowly turning into barks of pain. Looking down, my hands slowly reshape into white paws that ombre into a fiery red. My arms lengthen into long legs covered in red fur; they tremble slightly from exhaustion as Scarlett extends to our full size.

Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire. Caption: Because power without love is just another cage. Seras’s: a cheerleader pyramid built from burning bodies. Caption: Because rage is warmer than grief. Lucian’s: a dragon curled protectively around a tiny flame. Caption: Because some things are worth burning for. Jax’s: a wolf pack running under a sky full of falling stars. Caption: Because family isn’t blood; it’s who shows up. Li’s: a laptop screen cracked open to reveal an entire universe inside.

With a sigh, I shook my head at her silliness. She snagged the note again, quickly doodling a picture of two people, obviously a boy and a girl. I laughed to myself as she made the boy's neck and shoulders look like the Incredible Hulk. She drew crowns on each figure's head and wrote "Prom King and Queen?" I rolled my eyes. Then she wrote "Isaac + Tru" under the picture and slipped it back to me with a giggle. She was killing me!

Trembling with fear, Lilian stood at the entrance of the bedroom, unable to move, and watched as two naked men appeared out of nowhere. The two men were tied back-to-back with nylon ropes. Their clothes were thrown aside, and a section of their hair was shaved bald, which looked ridiculously funny. Their mouths were taped shut, and their faces were drawn with various cartoon characters - SpongeBob SquarePants, Doraemon, Snoopy, Mickey Mouse - and there were also drawings of hamburgers, ice cream, and dresses... How did someone manage to draw so many patterns on their faces? How did the artist come up with so many childish designs?

“Transformer.” I squinted. “Max, you have twenty-three Transformers. We counted yesterday.” “But this one’s different!” Max quickly countered. “That one was a truck. This one... is also a truck. But it’s gray! And it can fly. Maybe.” “Maybe?” Max nodded confidently. “It has wings! I saw on G****e. And I still don’t have the Christmas edition Bumblebee that sings! If I don’t get it... the world will be unbalanced. And I won’t be able to save humanity from destruction.”

“Can I hang this in her crib?” I smiled. “Of course, sweetheart. What is it?” She held it up proudly. It was a crayon drawing of the four of us—me, Alex, Lina, and baby Liana—with hearts and stars and a big sun beaming down from the corner. Damian wasn’t in it. Nathan wasn’t in it. It was just us. “I made it to scare away nightmares,” Lina whispered. I swallowed hard, blinking quickly. “She’s lucky to have you as a big sister.”

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

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