Fantasy Wall Murals Novels & Stories

And it was these tales, wrapped in mystery and time, that the trio had come seeking. With a knowing look, Morgana gestured towards a wall obscured by heavy drapes. Pulling them aside, she revealed a mesmerizing tapestry. Woven with threads of gold and silver, it showcased a celestial ballet: moons in their various phases surrounded by majestic wolves, each enacting a scene from times long past. The attention to detail was breathtaking, each strand capturing a moment, a memory.

I smiled, “I absolutely love it.” Aidinth walked up behind me, put his arms around me, and echoed, “I absolutely love it too.” We all laughed as he asked, “Are you at a good stopping point? Can we show them the murals?” I laughed, “He has been like a kid since we got them done, wanting to show them off.” King Uther smiled, “Judging from the picture Aidinth sent, he has a right to want to show them off.” We walked downstairs to see the first one. King Uther gasped, “Who does that look like, love?” Queen Chumani giggled, “That looks exactly like your dragon and my wolf.” I smiled, “All of these murals are to make sure that our kids know they will never be alone.” King Uther hugged me, “Thank y

The kind that sits in the bones of little children who are too exhausted to cry. I'm not sure how long I meditated before I turned and walked into the corridor at the rear of the hall. I stared at the mural painted on the wall in dry rune-dust. It depicted a wolf with red eyes and black wings towering over an entire mountaintop of them. The caption read: “She burns so we don’t have to.” I wasn’t sure whether it was Vira’s handiwork. Or mine. Caspian found me there. He didn’t speak. Just stood beside me. At long last, I said, “They believe I’m a god.”

The walls and columns were extremely large, as if the occupant of that home were a giant whose size was equivalent to a mountain. And I noticed that there were arabesques drawn against the walls, in addition to what could be drafts of unfinished drawings. Images of battles rose from the ground to the ceiling, figures that showed both humanoid creatures in beautiful and infinite landscapes, and with humans in war tanks and fields already full of bodies.

"Old texts, maps, symbols that look familiar." "Right, because I'll definitely recognize symbols from past lives I can't remember," I muttered, but moved to the opposite wall anyway. That's when I saw them, the murals. They stretched across what must have been a reading room, partially obscured by fallen debris and the creeping vegetation that had claimed this place. But what remained was unmistakable: figures rendered in faded gold and crimson, their forms wreathed in flames that seemed to dance even in the stillness of paint. Phoenixes rising from ash, their wings spread in defiance or triumph.

I groan, half laughing, half horrified. I lean back and sweep my eyes across the rusted panels and sun-bleached stone walls. There’s graffiti everywhere and some drawn with actual effort, but most of it is chaotic and stupid. I catch a stick figure with fangs chasing a terrified chicken. I snicker. There’s also a jagged crown floating above a butt and one sketch that looks like a wolf got flattened by a truck. “You did all this?” I tilt my head at a particularly offensive mural featuring a throne, a sword, and what might be testicles.

It made her wonder if she could ever truly fit in. “Hey, can I show you something?” William asked suddenly, his expression brightening. “Uh, sure,” she replied, curious despite her unease. He led her to a quieter corner of the hallway, where a large mural painted by the art club covered one wall. The colors were vibrant and chaotic, depicting a swirling landscape filled with fantastical creatures and landscapes. “This is amazing,” Polaris breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the details. “Who did this?” “A bunch of us contributed,” William said proudly. “It was a group effort. I just painted that dragon over there.” He pointed to a striking green dragon soaring above the clouds.

They were carved with pictures of wolves, stars, and flowers. "Why is it forbidden?" I asked. I stepped over a pile of rubble. "Because the truth is scary," Merek said. He stopped in front of a wall that was covered in moss. He waved his hand, and a soft, white light came from his fingers. The moss began to shrink back, revealing a mural. The mural showed five figures. In the center was a woman with white hair and amber eyes. Around her were four men. One was huge and dark. One was lithe and tattooed. One was fast and bright. And one... one was a spirit of silver mist.

It was like she didn’t need anyone around her to keep the evil away, the walls would keep them far away. She chuckled at her thought, maybe there was something in that bacon. Listening to eerie Fauna she looked away from any room she passed, despite her curiosity. The balcony ended by the corner of the wall, leading into a larger hallway. She went in, instantly mesmerized by the lined pictures on the walls. There were portraits, painted with so much detail, some were of men and women while some were of wolves. As she walked down time, she knew they were ancestral alphas. She wondered why some were painted in their wolf form.

James thought—and winged cherubs shooting water out of their mouths across her sprawled frame. The walls weren’t paneled with wood, but instead retained the same white granite as the exterior. Here, unlike the unadorned exterior, exquisite painted carvings of cherubs, laurels, heavenly bodies, and lounging figures graced the walls at what at first seemed random. The more James stared in wide-eyed wonder, the more he recognized the pattern of it all. The cherubs were dancing in the air around the bodies, throwing laurels at their feet while the reclined figures themselves seemed to be studying representations of the stars and planets. It was like nothing he had ever seen before.