Alice In Wonderland Silhouette Art นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

"Oh no. We need to hide this." "Yes, Alice, we will hide this, and Silas will help us," my mother said. Silas smiled... "Of course, who wants war, by the way?" Silas cast a spell and summoned their erase power totem to undo the damage, then transformed into something else. After that, Olivia shook uncontrollably, and for a split second, she vanished into thin air. My eyes widened once again. Everyone was taken aback and surprised. "No, sister!" "Please come back!" I exclaimed.

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

His fingers absentmindedly twirled the Buddhist beads around his wrist. Noticing his focus, Amelia walked over. “It’s a fake.” “Otherwise, would it be real?” Carl raised an eyebrow, an amused smile playing on his lips. Amelia’s eyes glimmered with mirth. “What if it is?” Carl didn’t speak further, continuing to gaze at the painting. His pupils deepened as he studied the image. The painting depicted a towering pine tree casting shade, with delicate bamboo beside it, and ghost, dressed in red robes and black boots, drunkenly leaning against the pine to sleep.

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.

The floating candles drifted overhead and the enchanted ceiling showed a sky that was gray and heavy with clouds. I stood in the doorway and took a breath and then I walked in. The whispers started immediately. Not loud. Just soft and sharp and cutting. The kind of whispers that were meant to be overheard. There she is. The Alpha's pet. I heard she bewitched him. She's not even that pretty. I kept my eyes forward and my shoulders straight and my hand on Ember's back. The kitten meowed and I shushed her and the whispers continued. She almost died.

Lilith finally announced, leaping up so dramatically that Alina almost tore her page. Alina lowered her book, and her jaw. “Wow,” she breathed, staring at the painting. It was her. And it was flawless. Almost too flawless. If she ever died, they could use this picture to identify her spirit. “This is beautiful,” Alina said, touching it gently. “Yes, I know,” Lilith replied, flipping her hair proudly. “Talent runs in my veins… like caffeine.” “Can I have it?” Alina asked. “Yes, of course, it’s for you,” Lilith said, then sighed.

He knew that Heath found them erotic, and that Cameron accepted them as simply part of Rhett, but Aislen’s reaction hadn’t occurred to him until suddenly he was revealed to her. “Oh,” she murmured stroking the palm of her hand over his chest, tracing the main picture, the river house with the three wolves standing guard below, and Aislen as the moon, her hair sweeping into the night sky forming clouds and stars, the strands wrapping around both the house and the wolves. “It’s the portrait you made…” She lifted her eyes to his.

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

“Whoa, your sister made all these?” “Yep. She’s an incredible artist. She just finished art school last year. She also minored in business, to make Dad happy. But this is her heart. I bought all these from her stash.” I walk to the last wall I hadn’t surveyed yet and my eyes catch the largest painting almost instantly. A spot I know way too well. I reach out and touch it. It’s an incredible rendition. The realism is actually throwing me off. But the part that leaves me stunned is whats in the middle of the field. Two silhouettes.