Yu Gi Oh Drawing Novels & Stories

Ace chimed in, his eyes shining with pride. I couldn't help but smile at their infectious energy, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. Pushing aside my worries for a moment, I shifted my focus to them, eager to see their creations. "That's wonderful, sweeties! Let me see." I beckoned them closer, and they eagerly rushed over, holding their drawings into my hands. Luna's drawing shown a colorful garden scene, complete with flowers, butterflies, and a shining sun, while Ace's featured a tall tree laden with apples, surrounded by smiling stick-figure people.

Ozzie has stopped drawing. His pencil is still. His sketchpad is open and there is a drawing on the page — the chamber, the plinth, the map, me at the centre of it — rendered in the specific lines of someone who has been drawing their whole life and has found the thing that required everything they had. He looks at me. His jaw is doing the thing. His eyes are doing the thing. "Ozzie," I say. "I'm fine," he says. "You're not," I say.

"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.

The Omega opened his large pad of paper and flipped several pages before proudly presenting his newest drawing. Luke gasped. His hands slowly reached out and took the drawing. His eyes raked over the very detailed drawing of his wolf. It looked like a professional artist had drawn it. It almost looked like a real picture. “Joey, this is, this is amazing! It's Beautiful! You're so talented,” The Omega praised the other Omega, and Joey blushed. Joey took the pad full of his drawings and carefully pulled out the drawing of Luke's wolf. His hand moved as he signed “for you” and handed it to Luke.

He didn’t look up. “I need to keep my eyes on you.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. I sat down on one of the chairs. It’s too quiet. I feel like my ears are going to implode from too much silence. It’s so boring. I noticed a stack of paper and a brush by the floor. This must be Yukio’s. I sat on the floor and looked at his drawings. Most of it was scribbles but there was one that I like the most. It was a painting of me. He wrote the word ‘Mama’ at the bottom. I folded it and hid it inside my sleeve. I sat back down on the chair. I hadn’t realized that I had fallen asleep.

“Mizuki-san wouldn’t do such a thing!” “No…” Ren muttered, his eyes focused on something that he could see on the wall just above Tohya’s shoulder. “He has.” Blinking, both Tohya and Yuri turned to see what had caught Ren’s attention, only to see a drawing of a raven with spread wings in front of a gate drawn onto the wall with black ink. Yuri growled in her throat. “It’s really him…” she growled. “Mizuki…you bastard…”

Still, her eyes seemed to read me more than I was comfortable with. — Good morning, Daddy! Look what I drew — Giulia said, holding up a colorful page filled with crooked shapes. — It’s you, me, and Isa! I stared at the drawing for a few seconds. Just lines and hearts. But something about it felt deeply symbolic. Three figures. Three. — It’s beautiful, sweetheart — I said, gently touching her head. — Isa looks very pretty in this drawing. Giulia smiled and looked at Isabella, who lowered her eyes, slightly flushed.

He rushes in and stops at the edge of Adrian’s bed. Adrian’s eyes widen in surprise. “Hey, champ.” Liam pulls out a folded paper from his bag. “I made you a drawing.” Adrian tries to sit up straighter. “Let’s see.” Liam hands it over carefully. It’s a crayon sketch of the three of us—me, Liam, and Adrian—holding hands under a bright yellow sun. There’s even a dog beside us, though we don’t have one. Adrian stares at it, clearly touched. “This is amazing.”

And that was okay. Today I was helping Micah, a thirteen-year-old with a shaved head, hoodie sleeves always tugged down over their palms, and the eyes of someone who’d seen more than they should’ve. They weren’t chatty, but they liked drawing. Their sketchbook was filled with figures that resembled comic book heroes, quiet and fierce, with eyes always cast in shadow. They were hunched over a new page now, sketching a person standing in the center of swirling chaos. The figure held a long sword in both hands, the blade resting downward, tip touching the ground. Not raised. Not slashing. Just… there.

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.