Dramione Artwork Novels & Stories

Please help me prepare all the tools and I will finish it right here. - That's crazy. – Jenny hissed. David nodded slightly and then signaled to the two assistants next to him. They quickly left to prepare drawing paper and paints for Samson. Lucasta, Calantha, Michael, and everyone else present turned their eyes to the handsome guy, their faces expressing both disbelief and shock. That painting was drawn by Drake within ten hours but he dared to commit to only needing fifteen minutes. Furthermore, the entire face of the girl in the painting was damaged and could not be seen clearly because of the watermelon juice and the large tear.

The dragon wasn’t breathing fire now, so the shield wasn’t necessary, and for a moment, she allowed herself to look out over the head of the beast and take in the scene around her. The mountain below her was illuminated by the full dragon moon, glinting off of the white of rocks and the foam of the waves on the lake. The trees and meadows blended together to create a breathtaking scene, and for a moment, Nya forgot the horrors of this world she lived in and concentrated on the beauty.

Now, I couldn’t stop my sudden and abnormal heartbeats which kept on deafening me. I couldn’t be wrong… she exactly looked like Juno! Can I conclude now that she really exists? I didn’t know why but I guessed, this was already a sign that I would be able to see Juno again. I had waited long enough and this painting literally gave me hope that the prolonged wait would be officially over. I looked at the artist’s name and it was written as Drey Laxamana, with a printed date of April 2004. Based on his dazzling painting, there was no wonder that he was a believer of sea creatures.

Ronnie Anne chuckled softly, "Nah, I love it." Brixlee's curiosity got the better of her, and she probed further, "Does the painting hold a deeper meaning?" Ronnie Anne took her seat gracefully and replied, "Yes, it's part of my Camouflaged Selves Series." Intrigued, Brixlee felt compelled to learn more about the artwork, that was what she was there for anyways. She retrieved her phone and searched for the 'Camouflaged Selves Series,' finding intriguing details that she began to read aloud.

Before him, a projector displayed slides of Sheina Blake’s latest paintings. He stared at a painting dominated by maroon and dark black. There were white streaks in the center that looked like hands trying to reach for something, yet drowning. "If your life is so happy, why do you paint so many stories of suffering, Sheina?" Damian whispered to the screen. Suddenly, the double doors of his office swung open without a knock. Sharp, authoritative footsteps echoed across the marble floor. Damian did not need to turn to know who had arrived. The heavy scent of Classic Rose perfume immediately filled the room.

Dawn said, smiling, then removed cloth from the board that was covered beside the window. All I could see were colorings of drawings that looked like humans that were not done properly. "I do not understand this," I said. "These are not done very well, I know that but you all have to take a closer look at the images to understand," Dawn said. So we all stepped forward except Lucia who felt too lazy to stand from where she was. I gazed at the arranged painting for two minutes before I understood what I was looking at. "Is that Alpha Ron?" I asked.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

Cameron decided tapping on the glass bowl in order to get the creature within to hiss and dance. “It’s cool,” Rhett replied. He’d stolen some of Aislen’s art supplies and was drawing the creature in various poses. “My customers will love these designs,” he said, using a hairband to tie his hair back out of his face, his biceps bunching and straining at the fabric of his top as he did so.

she asked, pointing to a painting in the window of the modern art gallery. "It could have been done by a five-year-old—in fact, give Dante a brush, and he could do better." "It’s divine," Brianna breathed. "It’s three circles within a circle." "Annabella, Lucia, and baby Elpido, and circling them, looking out for them, is Dario."

ARIA’S POV The day of the event, The Horizon Art Gala, arrives, and everything is meticulously prepared. Julien has kept his plans close to the chest, but tonight, he will reveal the surprise he has been keeping from the media and the public; me and my artwork, "The Abyss," an abstract piece that captures the depths of human emotion.