Dramione Artwork Novels & Stories

Dante didn’t drop his gaze from my stare, holding it without shame. “I’ll kill him—and then I’ll take his territory. I’ve had my sights set on it anyway.” I showered after my workout. By the time I woke up and was ready for the day, it was noon. I looked at my phone before I headed downstairs and saw the message from George. Your artwork is currently being hung in the study. Which meant Astrid was here. The bombshell brunette who was so damn fine. With almond-shaped eyes, green like emeralds and an ass that looked like a summer nectarine in her tight dresses, the woman had a mouth that fired off like a pistol.

It was a breathtaking display of color and emotion, an embodiment of the darkness they had navigated and the light they had discovered within each other. The masterpiece depicted a figure emerging from a storm of shadows, its form illuminated by a radiant glow. It was a reflection of Elena’s transformation, a visual narrative of her struggle and triumph. The painting’s intensity and depth drew admiration from all corners of the room, its beauty a testament to her resilience and growth.

she moved her fingers on her palms, tracing "that's Draco " "the dragon?" " Yup, I see just two, hoping to find more" Emma looked at her admiration "how do you know so much" " not much but I had always been interested in most things from, Greek mythology to the constellation" "yeah I saw your works" Jemi looked at her, her brows raised "what? you were unconscious and occupying my room too so? Jemi sighed amusedly. " your paintings, why are they so..." she searched her terms. Jemi helped her "dark?"

DIONE was on one side, sitting on a hammock she had hung from two trees. She was holding a folder with only papers inside. In front, it says, ‘W&V scrap studies’ and below are the initials, ‘C.H’. She couldn’t help but smile that she already had in her hand what she had long wanted to read. The scrap studies of Dr. Conrad regarding two of the supernatural creatures that Dione has always been fascinated. Peter handed it to her when she went to the cabin to get a towel.

It was not at all late but the kingdom was not yet awoken. Up, in the midst of the Norse palace, inside a white–doored room is a pair of smoking grey eyes fixated on a whiteboard before them. Amethyst was sunk quietly on a black chair with silver legs, three minutes away from the focused artist who was trying by all means to ensure that he makes a masterpiece. Her mind was momentarily caged in an abyss of memories that somewhat delighted her. ••• [ A Memory, Eating Into Amethyst's Vision] "Don't worry yourself, I love making portraits of those who intrigue my DEMONS!" Liam grumbled while he elegantly shuffled towards Amethyst. Flowers of different kinds were laid out everywhere, the room was

"And you must be Elara. Welcome." "Thank you. This is... unexpected." "Damien called this afternoon. Said he needed something special." She leads us through the gallery, past stunning paintings and sculptures. "I think I found exactly what you're looking for." We stop in front of a painting. It's abstract, but beautiful—swirls of black and gold that somehow suggest both chaos and control. Destruction and creation. Darkness and light. "It's called 'Damnation,'" the owner says. "The artist is relatively unknown, but I think they're going to be huge. There's something about the way they capture duality..."

She mouthed. “It's okay. Have fun.” I mouthed in return, discreet enough for Jackson not to see me. Then I headed towards the cafeteria, passing by a painting I had the feeling was birthed out of reverence for Artemisia Gentileschi, some sort of pastiche that was viciously convincing. Leo “Lomi's a badass, and I am horrified by how her work increasingly satisfies me each time I look at them…" Kimberly was saying as we stopped in front of the brushwork.

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

Afte giving in one last wave, I ran to my room as Axel’s voice echoed in his office. “How long do you plan on keeping Alpha Ky’s warriors here?” After shutting the door, I was able to enter my room of silence. Thankfully, Pitch Perfect 2 was on next so I didn’t have to look through the channels. After a little thinking, I decided to make the moon the main focus of the picture. It was be mostly the moon with some fog. The moon will be pretty bright with a little extra shiny spots on it. Maybe even a wolf in the corner of it. It will depend how I feel when I get started.