Cute Emo Art Novels & Stories

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.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

he said with a growling edge to his voice. Cheri laughed, "Pulling your chain is going to give me some entertainment this evening." They entered the massive foyer and went into a larger room. Emily was captivated with everything around her. The room, decorated in wolf, had incredible artwork on the walls and wolf sculptures displayed on each surface. The beauty held her spellbound. Finally, she drew in a steady breath and walked to the far wall raising her hand to touch a painting. "The demons are beautiful and this one looks like Kinsee." The picture was that of a wolf cub lying in tall grass while her mother groomed her.

Several of the onlookers are pointing and nodding heads as they discuss the work. We arrive at a group of people standing in a circle and Barbara introduces Colin. I am apparently dog meat, since I don’t get a mention. And then the fawning begins. They ask him questions, tentatively at first and then more enthusiastically as his answers come out in short, simple sentences devoid of emotion. He’s playing the weirdo artist perfectly. I know he and Rebel aren’t blood brothers, but obviously some of Rebel’s attitude about minimalist talking has worn off on him. I think part of the attraction from this crowd is coming from the fact that his paintings have so much emotion, but he himself displays

Nicholas started. Ethan exhaled and looked up. "Dad is still reviewing the terms to make sure I don't sign away my soul." Nicholas grinned. "You'll be grateful to me later." Cassie looked across at Emma. "How is your art doing?" Emma took a seat. “This weekend, I'll be painting my first mural in Harlem.” Cassie blinked. "That will happen soon." Emma paused. "Yes... Additionally, it isn't quite lawful in theory.”

She layered it with faint heartbeats, recorded when people unconsciously rested their chests against the wall. She titled it: Echoes Between Heartbeats. --- Jo’s Side Project: Inspired by the mural’s evolution, Jo decided to start teaching a small group how to paint letters—not traditional alphabets, but the shapes people saw in their minds when thinking of emotions they never learned to name. The class gathered weekly, dipping fingers into colors, creating symbols unique to each soul: A swirl representing the ache of nostalgia. Jagged strokes for unspoken fears. Gentle dots trailing into infinity, capturing hope.

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

His eyes soften when I start to rub my thumb over the back of his palm. "I don't think your art is a joke" I say in a small voice not breaking his gaze. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It carries emotions that I couldn't explain. It shows a part of you no one sees that you put more in your drawings. Ryder I never see if as a joke"

Send me your recommendations. While I perform my edits (which should take a few weeks, though I’ll try to be fast), I’ll be brushing up on my drawing and painting skills and creating art around the characters of the novel itself. If you want to check out my progress in this regard, follow me on TikTok - I’ll be showcasing digital artwork through there. Just look me up via my name - CeritusOrbis. Give me a follow and all that. But what about afterwards, you might ask…

⸻ Across the academy building, Family Day preparations had turned the art wing into complete chaos because students kept changing poster designs, arguing over decorations, and accidentally spilling paint on things that should never have been near paint in the first place. Luna sat quietly near the window with Emily beside her. The art committee had been given a simple assignment. Draw family memories. Most students immediately began sketching houses, parents, pets, and picnic scenes. Luna stared at the blank paper. Emily leaned over. “You didn’t start.” “I know.” Emily looked at her own drawing. She had already made flowers. A dog. Her parents. And something that looked suspiciously like a p