Alita Battle Angel Artwork Novels & Stories

Glan raised his hands, returning the trees to the east part of the pack lands. During the Battle At the safe house grounds Evanora appeared, “Hello, darling”, she said looking at Alatar. “Evanora, this is the only warning you’ll get, I’ll personally kill you if you don't leave”, Alatar said seriously. “I think I’ll take my chances”, she waved her hands and two harpies started flying in the air. The warriors leapt and began fighting them, she raised her hand again and several golems appeared, the bodyguards and Hannah began taking them on.

"These pieces are a reflection of my journey, my triumph over adversity. I hope they touch the hearts of those who view them." Daniel nodded, his gaze fixed on one particular painting. "This one, 'Phoenix Rising,' it speaks volumes. It's as if you've captured the essence of rebirth and renewal." Alessia smiled, the name of the painting taking on a new significance. It represented not only her own transformation but also the metaphorical rise from the ashes of her past. As the night drew to a close, Alessia's artwork garnered attention from art enthusiasts and collectors alike. Her pieces sold, each one finding a new home where it would continue to inspire and provoke thought.

Astralis growled, the sound vibrating through the battlefield. Kade attacked. Dark magic exploded from his hands, twisting into monstrous shapes, clawing toward her like living nightmares. But Astralis did not falter. She charged, meeting Kade’s power head-on. The battle that followed was devastating. Magic clashed against raw, untamed power. Kade’s darkness lashed out, trying to bind her, to break her. But Astralis moved like the wind, dodging, weaving, striking. Her claws found his flesh again and again, each wound burning against his corrupted skin.

Messy colors. Simple. Innocent. Yet my hands immediately began trembling. Because four figures were standing beneath a giant silver moon. Four. Not three. Four. The first figure was easy to recognize. King Alaric. Silver crown. Silver eyes. Massive smile. Grandfather. Written beneath him. The second figure made my chest tighten. Elara. Beautiful even in a child's sketch. A silver dress. A crown. Mother. Written beneath her. The third figure was Leo himself.

Darkness faded into blinding silver light. Aria opened her eyes just as she was thrown out of the Heart of Creation. She landed on one knee in the middle of the battlefield, her palm pressed against the shattered earth. The moment she returned, the smell of blood, smoke, and burning stone filled her lungs. The battle had become far worse. The barrier created by the Keeper was breaking apart. The First Wolf fought with blood soaking her silver fur, yet she refused to retreat. The First Alpha’s armor was cracked from countless blows, but his sword continued to flash through the darkness.

(Natalie's POV) "Mate, it's not just about... the depiction," Florian growled, his amber eyes flashing with possessiveness as he stared at my canvas. "It's your Alpha's privacy... only for *your* eyes, little wolf." I remained unfazed by his protest, continuing to blend the perfect shade for the highlights on his skin tone. My brush moved with deliberate precision as I added another provocative detail to the portrait. "Art is meant to capture truth," I replied calmly, stepping back to assess my work. "And this is a truth few would ever see—the powerful Shadow Alpha in a moment of vulnerability."

At their center stood Tom, his presence radiating power and malice. "You think you can trick me?" he called out, his voice cutting through the night. "You’ve underestimated me, Alpha." Mike stepped forward, his stance steady. "Maybe. Or maybe you’ve underestimated us." The wolves charged, their movements swift and coordinated. Lola fought beside Jessica, her blade cutting through the chaos. The witches retaliated with dark magic, their spells lighting up the night with bursts of energy. Amid the battle, Lola spotted Callum moving toward the relic. She intercepted him, her dagger flashing in the moonlight.

Elara; “Can you please, free me from your wings, Alpha? I can’t fight my sister over a man. She is your Luna and I don’t want to take her position,” I kneel beside Alpha Arthur, my hands resting on his lap. Alpha Arthur is sitting on my bed.

Ailith I moved to Sin's side, my heart racing. The metal plate she held was covered in intricate Emberfang script, but what caught my attention was the illustration etched into its center—a woman with markings identical to mine, cradling a child whose tiny form seemed to glow with both light and shadow. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

But all she could find was peices of paper with scribbled words she couldn't read, all written in the same red he used to write on her painting. The there it was, like a gift from God. A single picture, a very small one. It was a beautiful blonde girl, laughing and smiling next to a woman and 2 girls who looked right about her age. She held a bouquette of flowers in her hands, and smiled from ear to ear like she was the happiest person alive. He had drawn devil horns and tails on each of them, but on the girl holding the bouquette, he drew a crown and wings. "The enemy of your enemy is your friend"