Eeveelutions Artwork Novels & Stories

Two wolves playing together, one pink and one blue because according to her “wolves can be any color they want, Mommy.” My throat tightened as I continued flipping pages. Then I reached the last picture Evie had worked on. It was the half-finished drawing of a wolf family. Three wolves standing together. A larger wolf, clearly meant to be the father. Another large wolf, the mother. And a small wolf pup. And Evie’s handwriting. Mommy. Daddy. Me. Evie had never finished it. She had never gotten the chance to. I traced my finger over the drawing, and over her handwriting. My vision blurred with fresh tears.

A clay sculpture of what I think was a squirrel glared at me from one table, its one remaining eye unnervingly lifelike. Finally, we reached Eddie’s display. I braced myself. It was… something. A canvas roughly the size of a cafeteria tray, smeared with swirls of red, green, and blue. In the middle, a vaguely fish-shaped creature with wings and a lopsided crown floated above what might have been a volcano or a very angry pizza. There were googly eyes glued in random places, and what I sincerely hoped was glitter glue forming a trail of smoke. I stared at it, my heart squeezing in that weird way it always did when Eddie showed me his latest creation. Was it a masterpiece? Objectively, no. Was

I realized that the vetting had already begun and waited for my submission to come up while my heart pounded. “And this one, from Evelyn Talbot.” The screen lit up with a drawing, beautiful orange and purples stood out from the screen, bathing the designers in the front row in light. A couple of oooh and ahh were heard while I stayed frozen in my seat, staring at a drawing that looked like it was straight out of my sketchbook.

Chapter 5 Chapter 5: Echoes of the Fantastic The attic room swam before Evie's eyes. Fantastical creatures stared back at them from the canvases, their vibrant colors and lifelike detail a stark contrast to the dusty trunk that had concealed them. In the corner of each painting, the signature – Isabella Fiore – burned into the canvas like a brand.

[Editor Natasha: Yes, go ahead. [DSalcedo: Sent an image.] Attached to her message was the art that she had just drawn. On the other hand, when they opened it, they were shocked. “Do an image search, check if it’s an artwork by someone else..” Lisa said. Eva quickly worked on it. After a moment. “Nope. It’s nowhere to be found.” [Editor Natasha: Miss Aurora, you drew this one?] [DSalcedo: Yes. Then I used Photoshop and Illustrator.This look is actually on the book.]

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.

His shoulders were broad, his frame solid, the kind of build that made it obvious he could hold his own without even trying. He had tanned, almost golden skin, covered in intricate black ink designs that I couldn’t pull my eyes away from. The markings wrapped around his arms, disappearing beneath his sleeves, curling up toward his collarbone. They weren’t random, I could feel that much even from here. As my eyes slowly trailed up his body to his face, they connected with emerald green ones, the telltale sign he was with the coven. Lucille buzzed inside of me, practically bursting with excitement as the wind blew the man’s scent towards us, filling my nose with that perfect citrusy pine. It h