Artemis Fowl Fanart Novels & Stories

“Alrighty then. Just take a seat and I’ll be right back with some designs.” Althea and I settle onto a sleek black couch while I take in the parlor’s atmosphere. The other artists work with practiced ease, their few clients either wincing slightly, chattering or staring into space as the needles glide over their respective skin. There’s something oddly peaceful about it—the way the buzzing and the quiet concentration merge into a steady rhythm. Bailey returns, flipping open a binder of custom designs. “So, what are you thinking, honey?” I glance at Althea before turning my gaze to the many artistic and creative designs on the pages but almost immediately, my gaze lands on the drawing of a ph

Suddenly, she reached her hand deep into the pocket of her fleece pajamas, fumbling within the lining for several seconds before extracting a carefully folded sheet of drawing paper. "Deliver this to Dominic on my behalf," Dorothea murmured, sliding the folded artifact directly into Avery’s palm, her small fingers executing a grounding rub against her mother's warm skin before she pulled away. Avery unfolded the paper. The tall silhouette depicted in the center remained a completely featureless entity. However, within this specific illustration, the character's spine had been configured with a pair of massive, absolute black wings. The dark wax crayon had been applied in several dense layers

Although I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, I extend my senses, listening carefully as they discuss the troubled past of someone named Artemis. ‘Artemis,’ Franz repeats, ‘wasn’t that Fallon’s wolf?’ ‘Wolf?’ "I had a wolf." Fallon’s voice whispers as she is unable to hide the hurt she is feeling. "I thought she was my wolf, but now I’m not so sure." "And what was that wolf’s name?" Donald asks gently. "Artemis." She responds, confirming the question that Franz had just asked me. "Her name was Artemis, the same as the moon goddess’ daughter."

The alpha's brow went up after the first few flips, and he prevented Ari from watching, stating it was useless. Skipping the pornographic materials takes him to a collection of paintings and drawings gently tucked under. Arlen's initials sat calmly at the bottom of each artwork. "Have a look at this." Rufus handed a drawing to Ari. The outline had been sketched, yet it needed to be completed. It didn't take long for Ari to recognize the drawing. "This must be Arlen's love interest." A gentle grin appeared on her lips, recalling Arlen's description of the female alpha.

Alpha William said, throwing the woman on the ground. “You are unfair, and we now have to go to the pack while I smell ready for you to take me.” I said, and Arturo let out a playful growl. “Well, neonata, you may smell like an arousal, but at least you don’t have a boner sticking for everyone’s eyes to see. Consider yourself lucky.” He said, and I laughed, shaking my head at him. The rest of the pack members were also shifting to humans, and seeing us in a distance, Alpha Liam nodded at one of the girls to get him something to wear just like everyone else was. Eli’s heart raced despite her calm demeanor, and I didn’t know whether she knew that Marcus was her son or not to begin with.

“Well, hellooo, sailor…” I blink. Artemis’s voice slides through my mind like silk soaked in mischief. “If you’re going to paint a mystery man, could you not make him this attractive next time? I’m about to jump into the canvas and lick his face.” “Artemis,” I whisper, slightly horrified. “Seriously?” “Have you seen his jaw? That’s not a jaw, that’s a sculpted promise. And don’t even get me started on those eyes. Blue like sin and sadness. He looks like he could ruin me emotionally and I’d say thank you.”

Summer had just begun, there was no reason she was charging so much to digest that information. When Artemisia stopped running her fingers through the yellowish leaves, there was a drawing made with charcoal and graphite at the beginning of that page. It was the drawing of a tall being and almost all made by shadows, Delfine tried to make a scenario for that thing, but all the young woman could understand from the scribbles was a half-open window and a crow in the chest.

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

Jen’s cheerful voice rang out, drawing my attention. I created the art of her beauty, the girl I saw on the first day of her shift in the café. She was stunning, utterly captivating. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I had to capture her essence on canvas. I wanted to depict her sitting on that counter table, but my desires went far beyond mere admiration. I wanted to possess her, to feel her beneath me. Yet, I knew it wasn’t the right time. I had to bide my time, wait for the perfect moment to make my move. So, instead, I channeled my desires into my artwork, unknowingly mirroring her presence in my painting. As I worked on it, I poured every ounce of longing and desire into each brushs

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles