Fairy Tail Artwork Novels & Stories

This sweet little puppy, this perfect doll, made some switch flip in my mind because now all I could almost see myself doing was fucking her, playing with her until I finally get to take her life away. Maybe it was the way she begged or the way the words slipped from her mouth so fast she couldn’t censor herself. Or maybe it was the quiet sobs and the big tears that were rocking her body. Or it was the fact that she was lying in front of me, restrained and naked, and her body was trembling as it waited for my touch.

Laura said and Aiden and the others waved Am I supposed to wave too? Well it's too late, they've stopped waving now "Recently they've been some rumors and scandals relating with the music fairies and we are here to address that, Aiden can you introduce the lady sitting beside you to everyone" Laura said "Hey guys, my name is Aiden and am the vocalist of music fairies and the lady beside me, is Emily, my childhood friend" Aiden said and I quickly put up a smile "There were some rumors some days ago that you guys aren't actually students of Rochester Musical Academy, what do you have to say on that?" Laura asked

They also brighten up the hair and the lips and really compliment the rest of her face. By then she excitedly began to chatter exuberantly about her collection. "I got excited because the painting behind you was made by Death. A mysterious artist who paints crime arts. And that painting ..." Sumire pointed at the painting behind the young man. She was still sitting on his lap while her left hand was resting on the man's chest and her right hand was pointing at the painting. Mr. Aslanov was leaned against on the backrest of the swivel chair and he tightened his grip on the maiden's waist so that she may not fall over on the side when she recklessly moved on top of him. "... is called the "Vul

“Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.” She nodded. “Does all of Black Crimson’s art illustrate some fairy tale or another?” I sent her a curious glance. Motioning behind her, she explained. “Well, that one was obviously Rapunzel. And the one before was the Big Bad Wolf, right?” “Holy shit,” I cried, gaping at her before shaking my head and returning my attention to the road. “I think you’re right. I remember another one having some guy leaning over a sleeping woman and one had a mermaid on it, which must be—”

As if the Earth's silence became their own, the group of water fairies that stood behind me quietly dispersed. I turned around and looked at the small group of fairies, dragons, and werewolves that were my friends and family. Thankful that we all made it to live another day. Fafnir quickly came up to me and wrapped me in a big hug. "Well, it was nice meeting you rain drop. But I need to get the flying fuck out of here. There are things that need to be taken care of back home." I chuckled at being called a rain drop. I guess it's fitting, being the fact that I'm a water fairy and about a third of Fafnir's height. As much of a pain in the ass as he could be, he really did have a big heart.

An artist I've never heard of, with a page full of paintings that make my stomach drop. It has the same color palettes, the same emotional themes, the same compositions, the fire-and-flowers motif, the broken-open chest, the bird trailing sparks, everything. But TrueCanvas's posts have timestamps that appear to predate mine by weeks. According to the internet, I didn't create these images. I copied them, and the comments are turning on me fast. "She's a fraud." "TrueCanvas did it first." "Gianna Meyers is a thief." "Can't believe I followed this person."

Feared. Beautiful apparently. Very fucking beautiful according to how many times she described him. I scoffed quietly while turning another page. “Ridiculous.” But my eyes still kept reading every single word where she described the male lead’s hands, his voice, his stare, the way he entered rooms like he owned oxygen itself. That woman spent way too much time looking at me. If only she’d admit it out loud. The artistry though… fuck. It was incredible. The visual design alone could carry the entire thing and paired with the writing? I could suddenly understand why the internet lost their minds over it. Every panel carried emotion and Fabian’s drawn body was ridiculously accurate too which ho

After ten seconds, Arta the Immortal not only did not wake up, but his entire body started shaking, and his pale face made him look even more ill. "How can this be? Master, don't scare me like this…" Purple Cloud Fairy looked as if she was about to cry. She immediately activated fairy soul power to stabilize Arta the Immortal, but to her shock, his fairy soul power was extremely unstable. Suddenly, she was at a loss for what to do. Darry shook his head when he saw that.

In the corner of each painting, the signature – Isabella Fiore – burned into the canvas like a brand. Adrian stood beside her, his face pale and drawn. The revelation of a secret family had been a shock, but this, this was something entirely different. William Fiore, the CEO, the man driven by ambition, harbored a world of fantastical creatures within him? Did he believe in them? Or was this just a bizarre artistic pursuit he kept hidden from the world? Liam, his initial fear replaced by wide-eyed wonder, reached out to touch a painting depicting a majestic silver dragon. "Wow," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "These are amazing."

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.