Akatsuki Artwork Novels & Stories

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

"am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them. maybe i am really a bad father, but am doing this for his own good, one day i might leave him so I don't want him to feel so bad when i leave , I don't want him to feel how i feel when you left me, that is why i am using this extreme means on him , though my method might seem evil and hurting towards him but that is what i exactly want.

“You mean… whatever I like? But, what if they don’t like it? I…” “They called you, Peekaboo. If they wanted some random cliche designs, they could have gotten any other designer,” Atlas reassured me, rubbing his forehead against mine. “They’ll love it. I mean, I have a high taste and I love you, right?” I chuckled, standing straight. “Alright then!” I picked up my sketch pad. “Let’s get back to work, team!” Atlas turned on a vinyl player and soft 90’s music filled the room as I restarted the sketches. I named each after a memory, and I hoped brides would love it.

I asked. He squinted at my wheel, head tilted. “Why your work so ugly?” Aurora made a choking sound as she tried and failed to cover her laugh. I placed a hand over my heart. “First of all,” I said gravely, “my work is not ugly. You just don’t have the artistic eyes to see how good it is.” Alex frowned, confusion written on his face.“What’s atistic eyes?” “It’s seeing beyond what’s there,” I told him smoothly. “Understanding the soul of the art.”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

D Fox The story Nathan talks about when he explains his tattoos is Sakura Gari (The Hunt for Cherry Blossoms) by the brilliant Yuu Watase. He was the character I was most hesitant about when writing, just because Nathan is the ‘misunderstood’ one; the one even I couldn’t always understand.

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

There sure is a huge difference in pricing between weapons with divine blessings and those without. No one answered her, and no one seems to be interested or they have that big amount. The woman sighed and sat down. I took a deep sighed, I should better speak up para mas matapos ito ng maaga. The earlier we finish the lower the risk of being exposed. I stood up and look around. “I want to Shirayuki Akatsuki’s notebooks.” I used the well known name of senior, and instead of diary ang sinabi ko ay notebook. Dahil ako lang ang nakakalam na ito’y diary, everyone else knows it as a notebook.

However, he was hoping that their work will be the best. When they were doing the competition, Akaru was watching them from afar. Akaru knows that Hikari knows about how to draw but he never sees how did Hikari draw. Is it good or not? He can't interrupt the competition but he was thinking that maybe he can wait for them and take a peek at what did Hitaku draw. Maybe the other side art will be beautiful, but he wants to see what kind of art that Hitaku can do by themselves. Three of them got their special personalities. Maybe their art can be something different. Neu and Nimura always got their friends on the back. They didn't seem like they're alone, unlike Hikari who are alone at the very

While Akatsuki Shou was in the bathroom, he looked at his face in the mirror before turning his head to the side a little. He touches his neck where there's a bite mark on it, and his palm also had a small bite mark. Not only that, but his chest also had a trace of scratch because of Risa. 'This girl…is she a dog?' After he was done showering, he went to his cupboard. Find something that can cover the bite mark, which is obvious on his neck. He had an appointment with a lady from Cheng's group, so it'd be inappropriate to come with a sightable 'love' mark on his body.