Dramione Artwork Novels & Stories

He peeked over her shoulder and looked at the sketch. She was amazing. The lake and trees were recreated with a pencil on the light paper. The shading of the lake made the light shimmer, even on a 2D paper. The details of the trees were meticulous and although it was unfinished, Levi knew it would be worthy of going in a gallery if she wanted it. “Have I told you how talented you are?” Doriane’s hand stopped moving along the page and she turned slightly in her chair. She had a shy look on her face as she looked at the paper in her hands. “You think so?”

But when she woke up the morning after painting it and saw that Daniel was, thank goodness, still smiling, she figured that her soul probably hadn’t been laid as bare by those brush strokes as she thought. Graham at the Dragon Gallery raised an eyebrow as he eagerly tore away the brown paper in which Clare had wrapped the painting for the journey. He was expecting boats, not a butt. He held it at arm’s length and turned it around and around, looking for the right way up, which, Clare supposed, wasn’t entirely obvious. ‘Is that your Daniel?’ he asked. ‘No, it’s a fantasy work. Your party really fired my imagination.’ ‘What’s it called?’ ‘It’s called Graham. It’s based on the way I imagine you

For some reason, my thoughts kept on going back to what Dominic' s assistant said, and all I thought about was Lila. Were miracles real? At the stage, an artist's name was called, along with their pieces, the first one that made it to the finals, and the second one, displayed over the huge screens, and for a sweet moment, I got lost as I stared at the artwork. It was beautiful, not in a chaotic colour, but in a peaceful and quiet way. The first one was a still life art, depicting a bouquet of different blends of flowers. The idea was simple and yet, the painting held so much power that for a moment, it wasn't just flowers you were seeing, but a different world by itself, with life, pulse and

Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips. Once, her father, Alpha Damon, had claimed he wasn’t interested in women, focusing solely on his duties—until he encountered Luna Alice at a nearby pack meeting when she was just fifteen. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and spent an entire year longing to see her again. The moment he turned eighteen and returned to the pack, he discovered that Alice was his mate. He claimed her that very night and married her the next day, without waiting another moment.

My vision blurred for a second, and suddenly— —The lights flickered. The woman in the painting moved. Just barely. Her lips parted. “Asaraiah,” she whispered. I stumbled back so hard I hit another canvas. It fell. Behind it was a smaller portrait—Malrik. Younger, colder, eyes still gold but not yet tired. And under it, a third. Another man. Same eyes, but darker. The resemblance was uncanny. The name plate: DRAEL KAINE. My pulse roared.

she muttered, turning the painting for me to see. I couldn't believe what I saw. A life painting–more like a direct picture of Damon holding hands with a young girl. "How can this be?" I said in a whisper, my eyes not even blinking. "They were in my head," Luna said. "I saw it clearly." I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting back to the painting. "Yes I know. You're really good, Luna. But the painting...how did you get the pencils to draw this?" Just then, Damon cleared his throat. "Why don't we talk about something else, aye?"

She wondered if there would be an addition to her art if she knew that rebirth was possible. The teacher called out the student’s names one after the other. Freya went up and presented her artwork that used oil pastel. It was something related to taking care of nature. The others were even quite dark. Like feeling caged up, or being swallowed up by a monster. There were some who drew mythical creatures, landscapes or self-portraits. It was Dawn’s turn and no one expected anything extraordinary from her. Talent was after all something that takes time to master. She carried her poster paper, with its ends together so it doesn’t hit anyone on the way.

I gingerly took it. “Was that the god you asked for luck?” he asked in quite misgiving and I lowered my gaze to the pencil drawing of a beautiful woman, riding a horse. She had horns and held a pitchfork. Her armour had the Crest of the moon. She looked fierce like a badass warrior. Although she looked quite different from the sculptures and historical books I have seen, I knew it was the same woman “Yes, Selene the goddess of the moon,” I said. Dane lowered his gaze with his chest heaving. And he stood there for about a minute in somewhat deep thought. His shoulders seemed to droop in defect and the image he posed got to me.

Lewiston looked at my dark princess. “I can tell you that our Luna’s blood work from the other day looks good. She is just a bit anemic. I would suggest eating more foods that contain iron, meat would be good, and I mean red meat. Our Luna also needs to make sure she is adequately hydrated.” Dr. Lewiston explained.

“Whoever wrote this is definitely paid personally.” This would sound weird, but it made me relaxed a little bit that someone else than me was mad. So I was not overreacting, was I? Our new product consisted of an eye palette with an art theme. I sampled some colors from famous paintings such as Da Vinci’s Monalisa, Klimt’s The Kiss, Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam, and Rembrandt’s The Night Watch. I was excited with that product, because I was contributing not just as the boss, but also as an artist. It was nice to include something that you love to your work.