Bloody Painter Fanart Novels & Stories

Chapter 23: Permission A peaceful night was spent in her room, she was painting, a bloody red paint was dripping down on her illustration board, it was a bloody red rose while the red paint was dripping in uneven length, it was light enough not to drop to the bottom, it was just enough to show that it was dripping like blood from each petal. She had her headphone so her attention was fixed on her painting. But something lighted up beside her and found her, she saw a notification. She cringe her forehead when it was a message.

"Without looking over her shoulder for once." My phone vibrated in my pocket. Tiny's name flashed on the screen. "Report," I answered quietly, moving further from the bedroom. "Everything's clear, Alpha," my Beta's deep voice rumbled. "The painter has been vetted. Former art professor, human, no connections to any packs or supernatural factions." I stiffened. "What painter?" There was a pause on the line. "The one your Luna sat for yesterday. On the south beach. I assumed you knew."

A low raspy laugh filled my ears adding horrific images to my paranoia. I quieted it was no use fighting the unknown. I had no choice but to hold on to Yulian’s promise; I would be okay. My breathing hitched, dampness brushed through my breast. The strong smell of paint covered my nostrils. Strokes were meticulously laid and I became a canvass of an obscure art. “She’s all done,” announced a man, I presumed the painter. He rounded me once more before patting my behind. “Yeah, she’s all good. What marvelous skin you have! A living porcelain doll!”

Liam’s body was a living masterpiece of debauchery, streaked with crimson, gold, black, and emerald paint, mixed with sweat, cum, and the evidence of his shattering orgasms. He lay face-down on the ruined black silk sheets, ass still raised slightly, Nick’s thick cock softening inside him after the brutal paint-fueled fucking.

Because most of my paintings were very dark and I figured creatures of the night would never allow themselves to be fully seen and the odd colored shading and blurred figures added to the effect of my nightmarish landscapes. I finished adding red eyes to several of the demonic figures on the canvas, using savage jabs with the narrow brush which, rather than leaving them with perfectly shaped red eyes it appeared that they were glowing unevenly from their shadowy faces. When I painted like this I splattered quite a bit so I was wearing only a ripped tank top that barely went down past my tits and a pair of panties. Let dad come in now and he'd see why I liked to lock my door I thought to myse

I can feel cold sensations running all through out my body, radiating like tidal waves. Is it possible that your heart is as cold as dead body? As cold as poles and icy countries? I suspended my hand in the air while holding a paintbrush then I opened my eyes again. I can see blurry images on the paper. A fuzzy elements that showcase a combination of hope and death. These could be my feelings at this moment. My stone cold heart is hoping for nothing. Black and red are the themes of my art. A black rose flower with thorns on its stem. I put some red color on the flower to look like a blood. And the background is black.

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.

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You can start now, Maureen," Maureen smiled at him. She felt her fingers tremble but did not stop her from continuing painting. Maybe it's just her excitement so she also feels a little nervous. Gregorio sat on the sofa in front of the girl, watching her painting. He is secretly happy because it looks like Maureen is his next victim. "I'm done, Sir," Maureen said happily. She didn't take her eyes off the painting. The painting is so beautiful that anyone who sees it would dream of owning it. She was lucky because she received the artist's painting, and take note, it's free! Gregorio stood up and approached the girl. "It would be even better if you put your name," Gregorio said kindly.

Blake’s assistant showed him the most appreciated and expensive painting of the event. “This is called the ‘Happy Souls’ by the artist — Jonathan Garcia. He is one of the most talented painters in our art gallery.” The lively vibes of the laughing people in the painting lure Viaan. He smiled a bit before turning to the assistant. “I would like to buy it.” Viaan expressed his interest, still gazing at the beautiful painting. “Sure, sir, I’ll just make—” The assistant couldn’t complete his words for someone interrupted them from behind. “Everything that entices you has the potential to be mine!”