Twilight Sparkle Drawings Novels & Stories

This isn't an outline, this is a full-blown drawing. “This is…” “A hobby I picked up, nothing interesting” He waves it off and my heart shreds up a little. I flip the next page and it's another drawing of me lifting a bloodied figurine high up above my head. My lips are pursed harshly and are painted a sharp shade of ruby red. My eyes are a different shade of brown, they look glazed over like I'm in some sort of bloodlust haze. There are specks of blood splattered all over my face and hands.

When the drawing becomes alive, the user must subdue it with his mental energy and then he will have completed the procedure. There were examples of drawings that reached the standard required for the spell and many of them were of snake-like beasts, the Assea family had probably experimented a lot on them. Lucinda had a bright smile on her face. 'It is totally doable! My first spell! I wonder if I'll get the right element on the first try.' The description of the spell continued listing its advantages and disadvantages.

Tali standing up for Zayn when the shifter versus wizard bullying started. Our powers mingle and merge into a strange kind of shared magic. We’re so shockingly similar in that way, maybe more than I realized. He mouths the same spells I know so well from my early days as a witch. Twin memories of us, worlds away from each other, show us both in deep study–Zayn drawing the entire moon cycle on the beach with a stick, while I’m at my desk in my room in Moonrise, carefully sketching it out, memorizing smooth curves and little notches so important in spellwork.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

“I’ll be out for a while. He said then walked out. Back at the children’s dorm, the soft chatter and giggles of little voices filled the warm room. The scent of crayons still lingered in the air, and streaks of color stained small fingers and paper alike. Mirella sat gracefully on one of the small chairs, collecting the last of the children’s werewolf drawings. She lifted each sketch with a thoughtful expression, nodding and commenting on them. “Mmm, beautiful!” she smiled, holding up a drawing with a werewolf that had unusually large ears and a rainbow tail.

It was a crayon drawing. Although it was messy, you could tell what she drew. Elowen had drawn two figures holding hands. One was a tiny girl in a pink dress. The other was a taller woman with long dark hair, wearing a suit. Above their heads, she had drawn a massive blue ocean with giant cargo ships floating in the water. She had drawn herself and Tyla Avery. I stared at the wrinkled paper for a long time after everyone else had gone to bed. Tyla had mentioned she had a child of her own.

Zayne's viewpoint I poured my focus into the sketch of Larissa I was working on. A sudden idea hit me to use Serenity, Larissa, and Starliss for fairytale art. I wasn't sure if it would turn out well but the idea was storming in my brain. I envisioned Larissa as a fairy. Larissa looks nothing like a fairy so that was the idea. How to turn her into a fairy, an angel, or a mermaid. It was just for fun and distraction.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

So that means getting going now. Having a blank page for a commission, and getting started on it, that’s two different things. After wasting most of my free period staring at a large white rectangle, I give up and start doodling in a sketchpad instead. Sketches of faces, mostly. The Pack. Imogen. Mom. The college staff. My tutor, Mrs Bird, as a Sergeant Major in a feathery rainbow uniform, strutting around bellowing orders. Jade as a crow, teaching crow martial arts to a bunch of baby crows. Mary in a Cinderella ball gown. Reese as a tiger. Tom as a warrior fairy, with dragonfly wings and a silver rapier.

The details were adorable — she'd even included Kane and Zane as slightly taller stick figures in the background. “Those are your powers,” Amelia explained seriously, pointing to each colorful line. “The red is for vampire, brown is for wolf, blue is for witch, purple is for demon, and the gold is for angel. All of them together!” “It's perfect.” I carefully set the drawing on my bedside table. “Thank you, Emma.”