Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Artwork

This was my test, facing my limitations. The shop was clean, the scent of vanilla and jasmine nothing like I would have expected. My fantasies were filled with darkened spaces and shadowed people, the lure of the unknown a powerful draw. Being inside was simple, artists painting beautiful works of art, only using human skin as their canvas. I walked closer, my eyes capturing the intensity of the complicated work. The walls were decorated with vivid pictures of various colorful tattoos, dragons and snakes, skulls and butterflies. Every piece drew me in, telling a story. And what would my story be? "What are you thinking, my beautiful submissive?"

But my mind couldn’t think of another explanation. I was starting to get the idea that the woman at the bar may have been for real. But what was she? Some sort of witch or deamon? She definitely was not the Fairy God Mother from my childhood movies. But it seemed to fit. Ariel lost her voice when she made a deal with the sea witch, and Cinderella did have a Fairy God Mother. All I needed now was a poisonous apple and a beast.

Looking at the empty space around him, this young man raised his eyebrows and pressed his finger towards the empty space. Countless source auras surged up, quickly forming several paintings, among which endless scenes appeared, it was Tadhg Walter killing the illusory Emperor Grand and Karma Fire Emperor step by step.

Sitting in the room Sandra glared at them and said “If your little party is finished can we get to the work?’ Lahkesis looked at Sandra and commented "Hey witch be easy. We know our work. Don’t order." "It’s ok Lankesis. Sandra is right. We have to see that girl’s action." Clotho said agreeing with Sandra Sandra smirked at Lankesis and then pointed her finger on one of the walls and mumbled something. Within few minutes a mirror appeared showing the image of a garden with flowers, butterflies, and Alice humming in pleasant weather. They also noticed the rainbow.”

“Queen Fae, it’s the makeup.” “Even without makeup, you shine like the beautiful mermaid you are.” “Well… Queen Fae, how can you also be very beautiful in your fairy attire?” “That’s because you made me the most beautiful dress.” I couldn’t believe how Nayara looked ethereal tonight. People will surely look her way once she walked among them. There’s also Lumara, who is shining in her custom-made phoenix attire, and Snow in her beautiful fox dress. We owe it all to Nayara, who tirelessly worked on our wardrobe through the night.

"Like I'm a pawn for you to control?! I didn't sign up for this costume party to be an errand boy! I have my own reasons for being here, and I'm no attack mage! You got beefy over there take him instead!!!" He said, pointing at the large framed figure on the throne. " Kanchi Asobi is a Holy Shoutorin artist. He doesn't fight anymore!!!" The figure snapped back at him. The figure walked over to the candelabra and dripped his blood over it once more.

"Describe her to the artist. We need an accurate representation." The head of the maidservants stepped forward, her eyes filled with determination. She carefully described the girl's features—the shape of her face, the color of her hair, and the distinctive marks that adorned her skin. The artist listened attentively, their skilled hands ready to transform words into visual form. As the artist began to draw, they meticulously crafted several copies of the maid's image. Each stroke of the pencil captured the essence of the girl, immortalizing her presence on paper. The images held a striking resemblance to the maid, ensuring that anyone who encountered her would recognize her unmistakable fac

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

From fairyland to reality to space to underworld to the past then to the future and a lot more. What fascinated me was the fact that all the amazing artworks here were made by civil engineering students. Without looking at the artist’s name anyone would think that they were made by renowned artists. “Where am I? What the–” Gugu cried out yanking me back to my senses. I ran in her direction. In front of her was a wooden easel covered halfway with a white cloth. Whatever was under that cloth, emitted massive darkness and could attract ghosts like Gugu. “Gugu, what’s wrong?” I stood near her clueless.