Novel & Cerita Hazel Fanart

The sun, setting in a blaze of colors, cast a warm, promising glow over the reunited trio as they set forth on a future filled with love and shared joy. Hazel sat at her desk in her small studio apartment, a dimly lit lamp casting a warm glow over the cluttered space. The soft rustle of papers filled the air as she shuffled through her notes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to make sense of the complex equations in front of her. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a mix of determination and exhaustion etched on her features, her wide hazel eyes reflecting the faint light as she delved deeper into her studies, a world of numbers and theories unfolding before her.

“Finn’s mother is not a fan of mountains and rivers. She’s more interested in portraits.” Then she suddenly laughed. “I had my eyes on a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the art gallery refused to sell it to me.” “Really? Let’s go and have a look.” “All right.” Hazel nodded and led me to another hall. Hazel took a fancy to a painting of a young girl. The girl was dressed in a white robe—it was colored with golden paint, which represented the light of a totem. Obviously, she was a witch. The painting had bright colors, the brush strokes elegant. The woman in the painting was wearing an old-fashioned white dress and had dark-colored hair. The overall painting brought positive energy.

When Harvey ignored the family about to head inside, Hazel could not help but block Harvey’s path. “Why are you here, Harvey?!” asked Hazel quietly. At that moment, Hazel was not confused. She was being aggressive. Hazel was wearing a black Givenchy short dress with black sleeves on her smooth hands. Her slender legs were covered with black Balenciaga stockings, thoroughly showing her beauty to the public. The so-called nude makeup on her face was utterly enchanting. It didn’t seem like she had any makeup on, but she still looked stunning. Under the neon lights, Hazel looked like a gorgeous fairy.

“Her name is Hazel. She was banished from the pack months ago. I need to know where she is—exactly where she is.” The spies looked at each other most likely exchanging their thoughts with just their eyes, but the alpha couldn’t be sure that’s what they were doing. One of them stepped forward. “Do you have any pictures of her, Alpha? Or any information that could help us narrow down the search?” Ryder nodded and then went to a drawer in his desk. He took out several pictures, all of which were of Hazel at various stages of her life. Ryder passed the pictures over to the men, his hands shaking.

Hazel cried as she struggled against the binding placed on her to shield her magic. Blood dripped off her face from her recent building and she was fading in and out of consciousness. Jazzy had pumped her with so much wolfsbane, that she was amazed that her darling sister was still functioning enough to form words. “I want what I’ve always wanted,” Jazzy said, narrowing her icy emerald ice at Hazel. “I want to wipe the entire Volana race off this earth and I’ll stop at nothing until I get just that.” “And what of that rogue wolf you are partnered with?” She asked between her teeth. “He wants to be a Volana. Will you wipe him off this earth too?”

"Who else is coming?" "Hey girl," I hear a familiar voice holler. I turn around to see Hazel and Marc entering the backyard. Hazel looks so different! Her eyes are a lavender color. I like these contacts better than the demonic red ones she wore before. Her hair is a darker shade of purple, and she has removed several of the piercings she had in her face and looks so much more girly than I remember her looking. "Wow, Hazel. You look so different. Good, different," I add with a smile.

“Don’t worry, since I’m presenting these design drafts, they’ve all been approved by the original designers. I won’t do anything against my conscience. Now, let’s enjoy these designs together.” Hazel wasn’t deeply skilled in interior design, just somewhat knowledgeable. When she saw the design drafts in front of her, she wasn’t overly interested. ***

she said, opening the door to reveal Hazel, bound to the chair. Hazel gritted her teeth, clenching her hands into fists, and Sebastian tried not to look at her. Fae swayed her hips, strutting toward her like a model on a runway. “Hello, Hazel, or should I say CEO of Fangtastic Diaries?” Hazel’s eyes widened, but she quickly masked her surprise, deciding to play dumb. “What the hell are you talking about?” she questioned. Fae chuckled briefly, snapping her fingers. The man who had brought her returned, dragging someone else into the room. Hazel’s blood ran cold as she recognized Pamela, one of the girls who worked on the diaries with her.

Liz let out an exasperated sigh and facepalmed. .... Jotham, Silveran Capital. Hazel frowned at the sound of the knock on the door of her chamber. Letting out a sigh, she walked up to the door and opened it. There stood princess Tanya. "We need to talk" the princess said and Hazel clenched her jaw. Few minutes later, they were both walking down the hallway. "What is your relationship with Yuka?" Anya asked and Hazel rolled her eyes. "What? Are you afraid that he's in love with me?" Hazel scoffed. Anya's eyes darkened, and in a twinkle of an eye, she'd pinned Hazel to the wall, her fingers wrapped around her throat.

HAZEL STYLES POV "What do you mean by that?" I asked, and Ethan smirked. "Exactly what it means. You got an opportunity that most of them have been dying for, so of course they hate you. We only get the best of the best in Umbra art, Hazel. To them, you are just a nobody who got to paint the centerpiece of the exhibition because you're in a relationship with Riven." "I don't have a relationship with Riven," I cut in because I didn't want any misunderstanding.