Voodoo Doll Drawings Novels & Stories

For a moment, I just stood there, letting the innocence of her sleep wash over me I opened the door a bit more and quietly stepped inside, careful not to wake her. As I approached her bed, my foot pressed onto something soft. Looking down, I saw paper drawings scattered across the floor. My chest tightened. I carefully lifted my foot and bent to pick one up. Two stick figures were drawn in simple lines. One figure had lines drawn to show long hair, with the word “mummy” scribbled above it in a child’s messy handwriting. The other figure was drawn with its mouth wide open, a speech bubble filled with scribbles, and above it she had written “daddy.”

He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers. "Bingo," he murmured. Bella gasped. "Her stash. She hides things all the time at our place too." We all sat down right there on the floor, spreading out the drawings. Childish sketches. A house. A crying face. A stick-figure family. A swing set. Then my fingers froze. "Here," I said. "Look at this." We all leaned in. It was a grey, smudged drawing of an oval with a cross on top.

As Evan closed the door, he suddenly realized that the fridge was covered in pieces of drawings he hadn't noticed before. They were mostly Toby's childish sketches of the legends about the Moon Goddess, along with a few crooked young wolves. Evan suddenly let out a chuckle as he looked at the doodles he used to find childish and almost beneath the dignity of the werewolf packs. For a moment, it felt like he could imagine Toby sneaking into his study on tiptoe. The pup would carefully hold up a copy of Chronicles of the Werewolf Pack and come up to Evan, asking, "Can you read with me, Daddy?"

After wiping away her tears, Cherry waddled over to the bookshelves, pulled out a drawing album from the corner where it was least likely to be seen, and sat down on the carpet. Opening the album revealed a collection of drawings, some appearing eerily chaotic. It was difficult to discern their meaning. The only recognizable features were human heads, encircled by dark streaks that vaguely resembled beards. "You're the worst! I hate you! I'll never draw you again. Cherry doesn't need a daddy like you!" As she complained, she forcefully tore at the pages, ripping them into pieces. In a matter of minutes, the abstract masterpieces had turned into shreds of paper.

Nova POV. I did get my paper and pencils to draw, and I did a great drawing of daddy Lucifer, along with the horns, the tail and the pitchfork. Maybe it wasn't really him but that's how I'm seeing him today, he's a big evil meanie, punishing me when I did nothing! "Look" I say standing up and showing him my drawing, he take the paper from my hand and look at it, it takes him some time before turning back to me.

Odell walked closer to her and asked, “What are you doing?” Sylvia chose to remain quiet. Odell approached her side and saw her scribbling a dark drawing. The entire drawing was dark, drawn only with different shades of black. The dark sky, the black forests, and the crows on the branches, the entire drawing screamed of depression. She was scribbling with charcoal, so her hands were also tainted black. Odell frowned and said in a heavy tone, “Stop drawing.” Sylvia ignored him and continued moving her charcoal across the canvas.

"No, not really an art and craft kind of feline. Feel free to scream whenever you need to." "Why would I need to-" Doll's question evaporated into an anguished cry at the crossroads of pleasure and pain. Hades, after pricking his own paw with the needle to draw blood, pinched Doll's left nipple and stabbed it, threading the aura he'd spun all the way through. The needle lay swinging, lightly bumping against Doll's chest. "You truly are a devil." Doll was biting his lip and Hades could see the heat within his copper irises.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.