Alita Battle Angel Artwork Novels & Stories

, Axel says, frustration filling my voice. Ayla steps a little closer and reaches out her hand, placing it on the image; slowly, she runs her fingers over the words written below. “Alune will rise again”, she breathed. Suddenly she was thrown backwards with such force. She slammed right into Aiden, who was behind her, sending him flying back into the wall behind with a grunt. “What the hell was that!” she shouted!

As the night shifted to day, then became dark once more, I tried to think of ways to use my abilities without causing myself to sleep for days after. “Your Majesty, you need to rest,” Valerie’s face reflected my own internal worry. “The twins need you to be healthy.” I nodded in agreement, “Aura rest.” I watched her expression. I lay my head gently on the blanket. At least I could rest for my pups. I don’t remember falling asleep. I dreamed of a beautiful woman, she had long white hair which matched the color of the moon, and her eyes were as blue as pools of water. She wore a long light blue gown that reminded me of something the Romans would have worn. She was truly beautiful. She didn’t s

He had seen the atrocities of the elves experimenting with these poor creatures with mixed blood of a shifter and an elf. Everyone held their breath when Alfreda Herfst was called. But they were dismayed to see the lady wearing a cloak with a mask, only showing her emerald eyes. “That’s Mala…I’m sure of it.” Attisha pointed to the girl on the battleground. She was teary-eyed as she looked at Seti beside her.

Because after I was done, I looked down. I saw Angelstar, my wolf, and a beautiful wolf has a midnight color on his tail and under his chest with a shape of a paw on his chest. I knew it was a bigger guy than her and me because they were on the mountain top watching the sky. Then something came to my mind. So I started drawing on the other pad. I was underlining the picture and coloring and shadowy the part of the picture. Once I was done. I gasped and hid my flush face because I had drawn a girl with beautiful platinum blonde hair and purple eyes, but I kept my eyes on her. Oh, my God! The drawing looks just like-

Everything clean and organized. Then she noticed the art on the wall. A framed piece hanging above the side table. It looked old. Almost medieval in style. The colors were rich but faded like it had been painted centuries ago. Elena stood and walked closer. It was a wolf. But stylized. Powerful. Surrounded by symbols she didn’t recognize. And in the center was a girl. Young. Beautiful. Dressed in white. The wolf stood behind her like a guardian or maybe a predator. The whole thing felt both beautiful and unsettling.

All the horrors she saw, the pain, the deaths, the overflowing sadness and melancholy, all of those are things that shouldn’t be shared with the world. Alora gave her a smile as a form of gratitude and then she stepped out to meet the Great Beta. Brayden has his back facing her outside the door. He was silently admiring a very old painting on the wall about a red wolf howling at the moon. He didn’t need to ask to whom the painting belongs to. The picture itself says a thousand words. Or in this case, two words. “You asked for me, Great Beta?” - Alora cleared her throat before asking

Angel shifts mid-air and Alessia takes out the vampire before I even realize it’s there. I’m not sure if it is intentional or if it’s just how the battle transpires, but the Guardians begin to separate. Rik stays close to Cara and I stay close to Angel. Fighting together, side by side with Angel, is very effective. One after another, Cyran is ripping through the vampires, blood and guts spraying everywhere. He’s a fighting machine and Angel and Alessia are just as lethal. We are able to assist Ailduin’s warriors who are also feeling the effects of the battle. Several of his warriors lay dead on the battlefield. Periodically, I notice that there are wolves dead on the ground as well.

Beta Axel claimed innocence and challenged him. Alpha Kingston rolled his reddened eyes and said. “That's not what I meant” “She must be a witch or something supernatural to have done that. If only I could find out what she is” Alpha Kingston muttered. Beta Axel thought about it for a while and concluded that they should meet an artist who would draw whatever he described. He could describe her vividly because her face showed repeatedly. “This is a little progress, and I'm certain that we can work with that” Alpha Kingston nodded and inhaled deeply.

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.

It was a small piece, but it had an undeniable presence. Layson stared at the drawing, his fingers tracing the delicate lines. In the corner, a signature was scrawled in neat handwriting: “Adela.” He understood the meaning behind it instantly—despite one wing being broken, the butterfly could still shine. That was Adela. The memory flooded him: a young girl, full of raw, unshakable strength. She had always been a force, unwavering like the butterfly in the sketch. A butterfly, once fragile and delicate, could only become beautiful after undergoing metamorphosis. But a broken wing? It couldn’t fly.