Fantasy Wall Murals Novels & Stories

A very old but well-built wall continued to the North beyond Rylltòl and even beyond the next city, Lymp, stretching out into the northern Semian kingdom. Termâs found the wall surrounding the city center both ornate and functional. Spiral designs interwove themselves along the uppermost portion. Carvings of ghoulish creatures locked in an eternal struggle: one pulling on the other’s hair and the next one with its legs twisted around the head of the hair-puller. Their faces were contorted in agony with eyes wide open and mouths agape as if screaming out loud. Below the ghouls were carved scenes of soldiers in battle and others of maidens dancing around and under large ornately carved trees.

What caught his eye, though, were the walls. They weren’t plain. Painted murals covered them—floral vines curling up corners, bursts of wildflowers across panels, a soft mountain range blooming into a pastel sky, a tree growing from the shape of a heart. There were framed paintings, too. Small ones. Dreamy portraits, abstract shapes, gentle landscapes. Everything felt… alive. It was like stepping into Riah’s mind. Creative. Unpretentious. Full of life. Riah closed the door behind them and slipped off her shoes. “Come in. Sorry, it’s a bit cramped.”

The mural depicted pivotal moments of unity, compassion, and understanding, reminding them of the transformative power that lay within their grasp. With reverence and awe, Evelyn approached the mural and extended her hand. The ancient magic responded to her touch, causing the mural to come alive. Threads of iridescent light spun from the mural, intertwining and weaving themselves into a magnificent tapestry. The Infinity Tapestry materialized before them, shimmering with the wisdom of ages.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

“Yes. He spent months working on it in his office and as soon as he finished it last week, he brought it down here.” “Why here? Why not out there in the main gallery?” Farida shrugged. “I don’t know. He has vehemently refused to display it and wouldn’t say why. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is for me to leave this beautiful body of work to remain hidden here like this. Trust me, if this baby makes it to the front, it will be snatched up within seconds.” “I know,” Erin agreed. “Does it have a title?” “A Werewolf Fantasy,” replied Farida quietly. “I love it.”

Her mom had known all along that she was pregnant with a girl, and she decorated a dream room. While pregnant her mom had hand painted the most beautiful fairytale mural on one wall in the bedroom. It was the one thing that Emily could not change or cover even once she got older. The mural had a large castle with mountains in the background. Around the castle were deep forests filled with magical creatures faries, witches, unicorns, and elves. There was a lake with a waterfall that had mermaids and water sprites playing, but Emily’s favorite part was the castle in the center. On the front steps stood a beautiful majestic white wolf.

“And whatever’s pulling you in... it doesn’t scare me. Not if you’re walking into it.” I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. My heart was beating faster with each step. We turned a corner, and the path opened into a long hallway. It took my breath away. There were murals from one end of the corridor to the other. Paint peeled in places, but the power of the images could be felt. I saw huge figures with wings, stars, flames, moons. There was power here. These were stories etched into the stone that had survived centuries. When we looked closer, we realized these murals were the stories of Kraden and Kaia

called out Giya out of the blue. “Oh, stop looking at that fantasy mural, Giya! Why don’t you come over and see whether this sword had any monetary value!” replied Meredith. “No, you don’t understand! After looking a bit more closely at the latter part of the mural, I don’t think all of this is strictly just fantasy anymore! Just come over and look already!” said Giya as she pointed at the second half of the mural.

Everyone disembarked, flooding a platform that was equally as grand as the one in Atlantis Central. Brass lights hung down from above, looking like tiny balls of sunlight, and some of the pillars supporting its vaulted ceilings contained tiles that formed part of the murals that decorated the station. Artistic renditions of angels flew above us, with demons, vampires, and faeries occupying the walls. I glanced around for images of the so-called lesser supernaturals—mages, witches, and shifters—but there was nothing apart from a few ordinary-looking people on the murals and animals that could have represented the Human World.

It burned their skin and caused them to age quickly, but it doesn’t kill them. The walls were coated in gold, paintings of the various monarchs of the vampire realm hung on them, almost like humans never existed. The window panels were stretched twelve feet to a plaster-medallioned ceiling along with lemon tapestries. In the back of the room was a golden fireplace, its content burning like embers.