Underworld Drawing Novels & Stories

Tabitha’s POV We take turns sketching across the stone wall, passing the marker back and forth. We layer over each other’s drawings like we’re trying to outdo the last. Reed snickers while drawing an alien with three eyes and a meteor shaped like a dick. And then, there’s also something he claims is a “space wolf,” which I honestly think is quite cute. It’s the only decent thing he drew. We keep laughing until my stomach hurts and I’m wiping tears from my eyes. I lean over the narrow window to catch my breath.

It seems like he was more trained at holding them back than wielding them, at least what I've seen. "What's it like? The underworld I mean" I blurt out, unable to hide the raging curiosity "Not what you would think. Most people think it's eternal fire all around and a realm of suffering. It has a designated area for that, but social structure is similar to the werewolf world, there's a day and night of sorts-different from the sun and the moon, but still it would be considered the equivalent. There's no seasons like there are here, but it's built to cater to the biology of a demon." he says matter of factly

I glanced at a few of the books, some fantasy novels and a small sketch pad. I opened the sketch pad and looked through it, she was good. Really good. The scenes were mostly outdoors. Forests, waterfalls, mountains. All done with such grace and precision. Each more lovely and realistic than the last. I noticed at the bottom there was a J written as beautifully as the drawings themselves. I got to the last page and there was a drawing of a moon. Bright and beautiful in the sky but there was something else to it. The drawing felt sad. “What the hell.” I snapped as I lifted my hand and wiped a tear from my cheek.

Ethan could not wait to hear her call his name, and he was hopeful it would happen one day. He held her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He rolled up her dress to expose her panties; using his wolf claws, he tore her underwear, leaving her arse bare and squeezing her butt cheeks gently. Meadow welcomed the pleasure he offered. She quickly reached for his belt's buckle and released his pants and shorts, setting his cock free. He sucked on his mark on her neck, and she released an inaudible moan. He buried himself inside her and began to pump viciously.

Adrian continued, "The drawings also say that it was the immortals who were victorious. Young and brave immortals had almost succeeded in sealing him away, but he managed to escape after sustaining severe injuries. Later on, the Creator was too afraid to appear. Instead, he created monsters and sent them to our world to kill the remaining humans. These monsters were snake men, walking skeletons, and other strange-looking demons. They were all cold, mindless beings whose only purpose was to kill."

Firm. I closed my eyes. I tried to paint in my mind. The lines were still wrong. I opened my eyes. She was licking my underarm now. Her tongue traced the muscle. The hair. The scent of me. She moaned against my skin. Her hand never stopped stroking my cock. I reached for the sketchpad beside the bed. Charcoal in my other hand. I started to draw her. The line came out clean. Sharp. Alive. I drew her eyes. The way they looked up at me. Endearing. Devoted. I drew her mouth. The way her lips wrapped around my balls. I drew her hair. The way it fell across her shoulder as she licked my underarm.

I AM SHOCKED when I open my eyes; you know how the books describe the underworld as dark, devoid of all life, and ransacked by restless souls? Yeah, that’s an outright lie. Instead, the underworld reminds me of Venice. From what I can see, four great rivers run through the underworld, and they’re joined together by a fountain that seems to be located right in the middle of the kingdom. Further off in the distance, I can see a castle made entirely out of white stone, although there are green vines with purple flowers that run up the palace walls.

I licked my lips in anticipation as he slowly stalked towards me. "I, Alastair Ogdrunnin, Prince of the Underworld, accept your payment and claim you as my own." He said, biting his finger and drawing blood. My eyes widened in realization as he had never stated his full title before this deal. Before I could protest, he grabbed my waist, pulling me towards the edge of the desk. Running his bloody finger along my lips before he plunged his length into me. My walls were adjusting to his size as he slowly moved in and out of me. My body felt hot as he picked up speed. Each thrust of his hips made his dick hit me perfectly. I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. My walls were crumbling as he po

Luca's eyes shimmered with an ineffable determination as he replied, "Yes, Isabella. The luminous horizon calls to our souls, inviting us to embrace the unknown and awaken to the limitless nature of our being. Let us venture forth with open hearts, ready to explore the uncharted territories that await us." Isabella and Luca recognized the boundless potential that resided within their souls. They understood that their journey was not confined to a linear path, but rather an ever-unfolding spiral of growth and expansion. The luminous horizon was a gateway to discovery, a threshold that would lead them to realms where love and creation manifested in new and extraordinary ways.

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