Fantasy Wall Murals นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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?

Not just nice, not just expensive—perfect in a way that made my throat tight and my eyes burn with unexpected tears. The walls were painted in a soft blue with white clouds drifting across the ceiling—like the sky Jace was always staring at, always pointing to with excited declarations about what shapes he could see. One entire wall was covered in a mural of his favorite superheroes, each one rendered in vivid detail that would have cost a fortune. The bed was shaped like a race car, something Jace had been begging for since he'd seen one in a furniture store months ago. I'd told him maybe for his birthday, knowing I couldn't afford it but hating to disappoint him.

The walls were lined with golden filigree and there were intricate murals of battles. It showed wolves tearing into demons, demons ripping into wolves and sometimes the wolves seemed to vanish beneath the claws of darkness. At first glance I couldn't fully take in the sight of the murals. The scene the murals tried to depict wasn't pleasant but it was the true nature of werewolves’ wars. There were few servants littered around, their movement almost non-existent. They walked so rapidly yet so lightly. As usual they bowed when they saw Dravon. They stood side by side, in a straight horizontal line as they bowed.

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.