Itachi Artwork Novels & Stories

"I'm a warlock Satake. Even a love potion tastes like shit. So trust me, matcha has got nothing on me." Shifting in my seat a little, I decided it was time for me to ask the one question that was probably the most important. After all, how was I going to know if I didn’t ask? First and foremost, I threw the biggest one of all. "Did you check out the pictures you took?"

She looked at Carter's coffee with a solemn face for a moment before sighing. "Arte has many trials ahead of her. If she fails even one, she could turn into something...Dark, bottomless. She needs the mental strength to stay balanced and the physical strength to overcome it all. Her destiny is too heavy for the shoulder that it weighs on" Khione gestured to Carter's coffee, silently asking to taste it. Carter nodded, and she lifted the cup, taking a sip.

We spent nights debating art theories and studying the trickiest brushstrokes. "Congratulations, Scarlett. You did it." Levi handed me a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. I took the glass over and clinked it lightly against his before looking up at my painting, a massive oil canvas named "Unbound". On the canvas, a phoenix tore free from iron shackles as its wings of flame cut through the darkness and soared toward freedom. "Ms. Emberlyn's work is extraordinary, Mr. Archer," a renowned critic murmured with genuine awe. With a gentle smile on his lips, Levi turned to me with unconcealed pride and admiration shining in his eyes.

But in workout gear, it’s a game of where’s skin. He’s got this incredible realistic grayscale full sleeve piece on his right arm of a mountainscape of a wolf pup sitting on a lake looking at the rippled reflection of a full-grown wolf. His legs are grayscale realistic mythology scenes featuring, you guessed it, wolves. His left sleeve is different, still grayscale, but it’s a Nightmare Before Christmas sleeve. And his back dude has a full-color Japanese Godzilla piece. And lastly, his chest piece is this grayscale twisted grove of branches that comes together to look like a guitar with a raven on the perched wings spread wide on the top.

Aiden nodded and followed the man in. The room was beautiful and neat, with a great view of the lake and mountain in the distance. Uncle Jin said, “See that mural there?” Aiden turned his attention to see a beautiful Japanese mural on the wall. It was of a beautiful girl with long silky black hair and pale skin, wearing numerous layers of colorful kimonos. Surrounding her were some sort of spiritual animals—a golden dragon, a silver fox, a white snake, and a black cat. “That’s a beautiful piece,” Aiden said.

she whined, tugging on his arm. Darius? His icy blue eyes drifted to the barbie, and there was a sharpness to them. Annoyance? His gaze returned to me and briefly to the worn tan backpack I’d used sewn on patches to hide holes. His lips turn up ever so slightly. “Uchiha,” was all his deep voice said before he stepped around me and his barbie girlfriend had to struggle to keep up in her sky-high heels. Uchiha? I was confused until I looked at my bag and remembered that I had recently patched it with the Uchiha crest from the Naruto manga and anime. Does he know it?

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

There were just two equals who had stripped away each other's armor and chosen to stay in the ruins. ​When Adrian pulled back, his hands slid down to wrap firmly around Kai’s waist, pulling him close against his chest. He looked past Kai’s shoulder to the massive canvas leaning against the brick wall. The final piece of The Triad of the Soil series was finished. It was a sprawling, visceral depiction of the Nairobi skyline emerging from a deep, textured root system made of charcoal and vibrant gold leaf. It was beautiful, complex, and entirely alive.

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

As he was thinking, Baji wrote something on the cover, just under the circle. Jai shook his head as nothing came into his mind. “I got nothing else.” Baji sighed through his nose. The man pointed to the kanji. “Have a look.” Jai looked at the cover of the document, which now had another thing drawn upon it. It was the kanji for ‘Scar’, the same one that Arata used. “It’s the same word Arata gave me.” Jai said. “Can you read it?” Baji asked. Jai nodded.