Bloody Painter Fanart Novels & Stories

Liam didn't heed what Andreas said, because he had walked over to a painting and stood there for a while. "Your majesty?" Andreas asked in a low voice and raised his hand to signal for the other guards not to make a sound. "You found something?" Liam traced the edges of the painting with his fingers as he stared straight ahead. There was something bothering him about the painting, especially when Mila's scent ended there. Not only the girl's scent, but also the faint scent of two other vampires, which Liam didn't recognize. "Take this painting down," Liam ordered. He then took a few steps back to let his men do the work.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

His legs gave out immediately and he slumped down to the floor, Enzo didn’t have to hold him up anymore because he seemed to have lost the rest of his strength. She could clearly remember the promises she made to the bastard on that fateful day. She would paint the carpet with his blood and he will feel the life leaving his body slowly, every wound, every hole his blood would seep from. He would first lead to where the other bastards were, then he would suffer every single moment until his heart stops. “Rain, why are you out of bed?” She was so consumed by the anger and hatred she felt towards the bleeding bastard on the floor, her entire body shook from the intensity of her emotions and she

The painting made by the greatest painter of all time, his favorite painter Vianna Resilda Del Fierro, Samael’s mother. Two figures stood at its heart. If they could be called figures at all. Their bodies were not drawn in clear lines but hinted at through fractured brushstrokes, as though existence itself was tearing them apart. One bled silver and ivory, luminous but delicate, like moonlight trembling on broken glass. The other was painted in crushing strokes of crimson and shadow, a body carved from fire and void. Their hands hovered close, fingertips forever suspended in a fraction of space that denied both touch and release.

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.

Tonight the studio lights were low, candles flickering around us. “I want something special,” he said. “Full body painting while I take you.” He spent an hour covering me in swirls of gold, crimson, and black. Every inch of my skin became his masterpiece. When he painted my inner thighs and pussy, I was already dripping with need. “On the floor,” he directed. “Legs wide open.” I lay back on the drop cloth. Julian positioned himself between my legs and rubbed his cock against my painted folds. “Look at you,” he murmured. “My living artwork. So beautiful and filthy at the same time.”

he continued, ripping my clothes with his bare hands, exposing my erect nipples. My breath came in sharp gasps as my eyes met the ground. Deep down, I didn’t want to go through the pain of another master, yet I still wanted to be sold. I pressed my lips together. “She’s pretty, truly, she can be useful in bed,” a man suddenly said. “I will pay two hundred grams,” a man bid. My hand clenched hard as the bids continued until it fell on the round-bellied man. “Going once, going twice sol-”

I once thought that this was love, but I've finally understood that it's a bone deep familial bond! Hilda pulled him into the crowd where a group of veterans were showcasing their artistic talents. Since this was Zis' solo exhibition, many veterans who seldom made public appearances attended to exchange ideas with each other. At this time, a painter was wielding a brush as he did a color painting of a humongous yellow dog with its tongue hanging out. The painting was vivid and lifelike since it was done by an expert. Now, it was on the verge of completion with just the finishing touches left. The name of the painting was Lucky, and the dog in the painting was none other than Linux' Lucky!

"Sorry. Maybe it just my mistake. By the way, my name is Shen Xue Mei. I am.." "Get out. Now!" He turns his body around, not wanting to hear anymore, and he bends his body to pick a small penknife and slashing his drawing canvas. Sreettttt... Xue Mei looks at his painting, his piece of art piece is colored with black paint, and there's a red and white color combined on it. She scrunches her eyebrow. Don't know what to say anymore, she leaves the room with Risa waiting for her at the door frame.

The whole concept of the painting is kinda hazy for me but I am pretty sure it creeps and disturbs me out. The first painting on the bottom right side is a hand who's arms and body is bruised and is tied with chains of metal thorns. The said thorn dug onto the skin causing it to bleed a lot. The nails of those hand turned color violet and almost half of his arm is covered with bruises. The face is not included in the portrait. I cannot tell whether it is a girl or a boy because his chest area is covered with his arm. The next painting along with it is a tongue sticking out. The upper portion of the lip has a deep cut and it started to get rotten with a fly on top of it.