Dramione Artwork Novels & Stories

I'm on my toes tonight, my anxiety ticking so fast, one of my demons might spurt and run free with all these devil pets in sight. Francesca, Caelum's cousin did a very good job at styling me, the dress she put me in is very comfortable and unduly exquisite. The glances I've received from not only the men, but the woman has confirmed this dress will take the marketplace by storm when Francesca finally puts replica's of it in stores. The women gathered by the painting of a nude Adonis by a local artist, another shit endorsed mafia brat of an asshole. His painting is horrible, as opposed to the one I'm looking at. I was only staring at it to avoid socialization but now I find it interesting, it

It’s almost like you can feel desire oozing from the picture. “Oh, thank you. My daughter, Hedone. We’re very proud of her. She is a bit of an artist… or exhibitionist, depending on who you ask.” Doctor Khe stands in front of the painting with her hands on her hips and head tilted. “Either way, she has a way of bringing the free spirit out of anyone. Being uninhibited makes for a great photograph. Don’t you think?”

Following the maid, Damon walked through the grand hall and down a long corridor to the door of Ross' study. The maid knocked, then pushed the door open at Ross' signal. "Mr. Sumner, please go in," the maid said, stepping aside. "Thank you," Damon replied before entering. The maid quietly closed the door and remained outside. Ross was painting when Damon walked in. He glanced up and smiled. "Come take a look at this painting. What do you think?" Damon stepped closer, his gaze falling on the artwork spread across the table. It was a landscape—not terrible, but clearly the work of an amateur. At best, it was mediocre.

"But... I have something better. An art collection. Very private. Very expensive. Picasso? No. Knight? Yes. I will give you... a series of original sketches. Dragons. Purple ones. Signed by ze artist." Luna considered this. "And a drone? Leo says you’re good for drones." "I will get you a drone that can deliver pizza to the moon," I promised. "Just... shhh." "Deal," she said, hopping down. "But make him really blue. I want him to look like a popsicle." Your wish is my command, daughter dear. I finished the porridge, which now looked like a bowl of thickened blueberry yogurt, and plated it with a single, mocking sprig of mint. As I turned toward the tray, I felt a presence in the doorway.

All spaced perfectly on the white walls. I moved slowly, heart still racing. Paintings. Sketches. Watercolors. Each one signed with a delicate, elegant script in the corner: E. Monroe. My breath caught in my throat. I was surrounded by her. I reached out, fingers trembling, but didn’t touch. I just stared. One piece after another. Some were landscapes—trees swaying in the wind, oceans stretching into the sky, snow falling over rooftops. Others were portraits. Women holding babies. Girls sitting by windows with faraway eyes. Women standing alone in open fields, their eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The creature, less menacing in the grams staring right at us. “I don't know what it is Brad, but I keep drawing it__today it felt real in my dream, terrible even. It…” Brad pulled me close, his eyes fixed on the painting. “It's a Monogroth.” ****** AUTHOR'S POV Ariana flinched as Jasmine rubbed her neck with the ointment. “I'm sorry my Luna, I had to add some cinnamon to make the effect last longer.” “It's okay, but you need to stop calling Luna, we can't risk anyone knowing the truth.” Ariana said.

He opened the first page and started reading. “The Emius are the latest creatures which appeared only a hundred years ago after the War of Freedom. A pregnant woman drowned in the famous river Colouribus Conspiratus and drank its water. Months, she gave birth to the first creature whose eyes shifted to a different colour depending on its emotions, he was called Zurith. When he grew up, the late Princess Illy fell for his charm and insisted on marrying him and making him her king. Years after, the Emius were only part of the royalty.” “Oh.” Jimmy was impressed by their origin, he then remembered the portraits he saw when he first went to the castle. Zurith must be the grey-haired male with sh

And at the top of the fountain, we all agreed to have Thales’ wolf Desmond howling up at the sky. The four wolf heads surrounding the middle basin represent Luna Sylvia, Beta, Gwen, Gamma Leonora, and my mamma Delta Claretta. The wolf heads on the top basin are for me, Crista, Persephone, and Delilah. They don’t symbolize us. I like to think of it that way.

I rolled my eyes as I sat back on my chair with disappointment. “That’s not true. I wasn’t thinking of chives while you were drawing at all. I haven’t seen anyone who can paint as good as you in this Packhouse, Luna,” the omega replied. “Of course, you would appreciate such a lousy drawing. For an omega like you, how could you possibly appreciate the great arts when you have never even seen them,” I raised an eyebrow in annoyance. “That’s true, Luna, but not even Astrid could draw a perfect circle even if she wanted to.”

I say to him while fixing my dress and makeup. I go downstairs all freshened up and see Dracono waiting for me. Dark follows me and introduces Dracono to me. Dracono kisses my hand while measuring my body with his eyes. I tell him it is my pleasure to finally meet the new king of the minotaurs. Dracono is a powerful incubus, with huge black wings, and an extremely powerful body, you can see his enormous muscles through his tight shirt. "I like what I see for sure.", I think.