Fantasy Wall Murals Novels & Stories

Some of the ornaments adorning the exterior of the palace are made up from a certain gem that absorbs light from the moon which made the palace somewhat glowing during night time. The interior is another topic to be conversed upon. Like the palace’s exterior, it can also truly catch anyone’s attention. Gigantesque paintings from renowned artists can be found inside as they are decorating walls like they are some kind of an art exhibit. Numerous types of chromatic and lively flowers are also put in fragile and delicate vases that add life in the entirety of the hallway. Murals can also be spotted in several walls. Some of the paintings depicted the peaceful lives of the gods and other creatur

The side facing the clearing is similar to the werewolve's area as it is one open wall. Even though I know that she is trying to appease the Witch Council, I do not like that it seems as if she is selling the werewolves short. That being said, as I walk back by their spectating box, I touch it slightly and sned it my wishes. Without going inside I know exactly what it is going to look like. The walls are going to be covered in pictures of wolves and witches walking through the woods together. These pictures are outlined in silver so that they stand out even if it is darker in there. Just to help with that, I also add some lanterns in there so that everybody can see just fine.

Yggdrasil motioned for Esper to walk closer. Taking the risk, Esper approached the spirit until they were inches apart. Gently setting her hands on the vampire’s shoulders, Yggdrasil turned the girl around and revealed the giant murals painted on the chamber’s walls. Esper covered her mouth as she saw the paintings. The story from the hall continued. The World Tree stood in a lush green garden with two roses blooming from its roots, one of such a deep red that it was almost black and one of the most vibrant blue. When the blooms fully opened, they gave birth to two small children. A little boy with hair as black as obsidian emerged from the red blossom and from the blue, a little girl with s

She was left with no choice and left alongside Nicholas who said that he will send her to the library before he leaves. Zinnia already knew that saying no will only annoy the overly doting man and so she didn’t react to it anymore. She can only allow the man to pamper her to his heart's content. As they walked past the tall gigantic walls, Zinnia went silent as she felt the extreme familiarity from the artworks hanging on the wall. Some of the framed artworks had names on them while the others didn't. Most of them were sketches of forests, wolves, the moon, and some kind of artwork about a goddess that somehow causes her mind to go blank from time to time.

I couldn't help myself, I was literally drooling on Dave who was occasionally staring at Jean. Why? Now's not the time to be jealous Jean ate faster, finished up and went upstairs I hurriedly finished too and caught up to her "Jean" I led and ran towards her "Yeah" she slightly smiled "Can we talk" I said and she nodded We walked into her rooms and I got surprised at the colour and size "All blue, how did you do it" I asked in amazement "I'm glad that you're talking to me and Dave's the one responsible"She smiled Dave?

It felt as if he had been magnified over a hundred times or more as he stood within, looking up at the interior that was suddenly a towering ten meters or more, astounded. But what was more shocking were the murals on the walls, each of them depicting enlightened individuals holding up their hands in different postures—just like the hand seals shown by the aurora.

"She'd have a hundred questions before breakfast." "Only a hundred?" "You're right." She laughed. "That's not nearly enough." Outside, Astrid had discovered a narrow alley lined with murals painted directly onto the stone. Most had faded, but traces of blue, gold, and deep red still clung to the walls. "Finn!" He looked up from the carved pillar he'd been studying. "What now?" "Come here." She waited until he joined her, then nodded at one of the paintings. It showed children chasing glowing creatures, almost identical to the ones drifting through the cavern.

Ancient murals were carved into the walls, all depicting dragons soaring, breathing fire, or battling. At the deepest part of the palace lay a literal mountain of gold. Coins, gemstones, jewelry, and crowns—all piled higher than me. The three wyrmlings lost their minds at the sight. "Gold!" "Mommy, look how shiny this is!" "I'm going to sleep on top of this mountain!" They dove into the gold, rolling around, frolicking, and tossing coins at each other like three tiny maniacs having the time of their lives. I stood nearby watching and couldn't help but laugh.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

he said. Dazzling light blinded me for a second, and I stood there blinking. I rubbed my eyes and saw an opulent room filled with cushioned floors, rugs, paintings, and marble statues. I heard the sound of serene harps and stringed instruments in the distance. Bookcases filled to the brim with leather tomes were everywhere, and I saw on a giant table a map of Lycaneum and several small figures depicting dragons, werewolves, and various fauna. I expected to see stone walls all around me, but instead, I saw extravagant paper wallpaper depicting gorgeous golden flowers and forests.