Wonderland Drawings Novels & Stories

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and gasped, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like af

Ivy asked curiously. Adrian thought about the drawings he had seen in Wonder's world for a while before saying, "When I was in Wonder's world, I saw drawings of the battle between the Creator and the immortals, and there was something else there as well. I thought that immortals had existed a long time ago.

They left behind a trail of sketches and small gifts—flowers woven into crowns, stones painted with bright colors, drawings that captured their vision of a better world. Lysander picked up the young girl's drawing—she had drawn the figures from his painting with halos of light around their heads, each one connected to the next by lines of color that looked like rivers or rainbows. He pinned it to the wall beside his own work, where it seemed to shine with its own special light. "She sees what we're all trying to see," Eirene said, coming to stand beside him as they looked at the child's drawing. "She doesn't see gods and mortals—she just sees people, all glowing with the same light."

He sat down, opened his notebook and started sketching. What he was sketching,he didn't know but his hands moved over the paper. His pencil just drew something he didn't know and wouldn't know until he was finished. He also couldn't see that his eyes were now glowing blue. How could he? At the end of his sketch, he looked at his work. It was the sea dweller. A perfect image of Cordelia with a crown atop her head. He flipped a few pages. The book was filled with previous sketches of Cordelia, a princess, A queen, A captain and a few other characters. The topics of Harry's dreams.

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

Less anger. More questions. More watching. More hesitation. Children moved differently when their hearts began choosing before their minds. Back at the academy Luna waited until Emily packed her things. Then she pulled the drawing out again. Father. Herself. Unknown woman. Another child. Four figures. Not a family. Not exactly. Yet looking at it made something ache. Her pencil hovered over the page. One final detail. Small. Simple. A star. She placed it beside the fourth figure. Same place every time.

I wandered around the building for thirty minutes, looking for a safe zone, a quiet place, I finally found one of the rooms empty and white as expected, immediately I dropped my backpack, removing all my tools from it as I started sketching and drawing, filling a canvas after another. I arranged all I've drawn, observing it all, shocked to see that all I've drawn are the female in my life, from Fiona to Caramel, to Mom, to Josette even stupid Lizabeth and as weird as it is, I drew her too, I didn't even know I remembered every detail of her beautiful face vividly, her brown flowing hair and her gunmetal grey eyes, perfect description of her, of Lia, I wonder how she is now.

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.

Each part of her drawing appeared realistic, almost as if the image could come alive at any moment. Furrowing his brows, he turned another page to see a detailed image of one of the school courtyards that contained a statue of a fairy releasing water into a pool below her feet.

My pack still lacked a Luna. “Alpha Logan.” I stopped and turned when I heard someone calling my name. A genuine smile spread across my lips when I saw Jordan, a boy of about five, running toward me, holding a piece of paper. “Hello, Jordan,” I greeted him. His face lit up. He handed me the drawing. “A wolf?” I asked, looking at the large wolf drawn on the paper. Despite his young age, Jordan was a surprisingly good artist. The wolf in the drawing was lying in green grass, looking peaceful.