Elizabeth Afton Fanart Novels & Stories

The space was filled with admirers, critics, and art enthusiasts, their voices a murmured symphony of praise and curiosity. Elena stood amidst the crowd, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and relief. She moved gracefully through the gallery, her gaze occasionally drifting to her paintings. The centerpiece of the exhibition—a vibrant and complex canvas—captured the essence of her tumultuous journey with Evan. 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.

I'll also be uploading pictures/stickers so you have an idea what Waylen's pack mark looks like on Elizabeth's neck. Again, thank you for reading!

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

"Didn't mean to crowd you." She shook her head. "It's fine." But her heart was racing. Not from attraction. From something else. Something she couldn't name. --- They worked in silence for a while. The afternoon light shifted, turned gold. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams. Marcus set a large canvas on an easel, stepped back to study it. "This one should be the centerpiece," he said. Elena looked at the painting. It was the woman at the edge of the sea, the one she had started years ago, the one she had finished after the date test. The woman's face was turned toward the horizon. Her shoulders were relaxed. Her hands were open.

The ship will be moved from the anchorage only when the rough sea changes. Elizabeth has only one photograph of Anna. What happened with Anna? Where is she now?

Elizabeth stopped before a painting hanging above the fireplace. A landscape. Nothing unusual. "I remember." She pressed against the frame. Click. The painting swung open. Behind it... A small hidden safe appeared. Elena exchanged a glance with Adrian. "Another secret." Elizabeth smiled. "I learned from Damian." She entered the combination. The safe slowly opened. Inside... Rested a thick leather photo album. Untouched for decades. With trembling hands... Elizabeth placed it on the table. Everyone gathered around. She carefully turned the pages. Family photographs.

Sybil’s hand flew to her mouth and for a moment she was left breathless, as the image before her indelibly seared itself into her memory. ‘Eli. . . . she looks exactly. . . . It can’t be! ’ ‘Like Faye. . . . ’Eli said. ’She looks exactly like Faye.’ ………….. The English Coast,1794 ‘Mathilda. . . . you are speaking of murder! ’Elizabeth said in a chilling whisper. ’We will be no better than Magnus and his followers!’

Anaj winked at the princess who was giggling. " I hope we will not be caught, Anaj, or the Queen will have our head on a plate." Elizabeth pushed the blankets off her legs before she got herself out of the bed. "That is scary." Anaj laughed while throwing the red dress on the bed. Anaj continued,"Ah, no, red can flinch heads. Let's use hues that are not too... eye-catching. " Her thoughts are now flooded with the possible colors to use without getting caught. "I think I'm going to use red." Elizabeth flinched at Anaj who looked at her with playful gazes. She said," If I were to rebel once, then I must savor the moment."

And they moved on their own. “I, Elizabeth from the Black Lake pack, rejected Max as my mate.” “Do it again.” “I, Elizabeth from the Black Lake pack, rejected Max as my mate.” “Again.” “I, Elizabeth from the Black Lake pack, rejected Max as my mate.” “AGAIN!” “I, Elizabeth from the Black Lake pack, rejected Max as my mate.” “Good! I recorded it!” Hearing the last three words Elaina had said, my body fell to the ground and everything went black.