Itachi Artwork Novels & Stories

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

"We have studiously ignored each other's scent whenever we pass in the halls, and I have thought about his thick fingers literally every single second since." Christine instantly pulls out her scrying mirror. "That is completely fair—that is prime material for late-night heat. Let us see... Adrian Stoneclaw, Master Artisan. Holy Goddess, he is devastating." She turns the glowing glass toward me. "Goddess above," I breathe, taken aback. The image shows a towering, dark-haired Alpha standing in front of a massive bronze wolf sculpture, his heavy arms crossed over a broad, muscular chest covered in dark clan tattoos. He is dark, brooding, and dangerously handsome.

She made a grab for the tube but Iwaoka was quick to hold it above her reach, a sly smirk forming on his mouth. “Must you do that?” she huffed with a glare, letting her arm fall to her side. Faline refused to jump for it. She had more dignity than that. Plus, if she did, it would only encourage him. Keeping it out of reach, Iwaoka twisted the tube open and pulled out the painting. As he unrolled it, the painting was revealed to be of Astora the Halequin spreading its wings as if it was ready to soar in the sky, daring the wind to overthrow it. A gleeful grin lit his face as he recognized the painting. He had commissioned it as a birthday present for Faline years back.

"Mam, Amir will be here in a few minutes" Eschia nodded and watched the sunset on the horizon. Her eyes glistened when she saw the beautiful gradient of reds, oranges, and purples which reminded her of the artwork that she did when she was in high school. She stopped from reminiscing when a croaky voice from nowhere got her attention "Hija, do you have some bread?" The old woman asked

With the securely wrapped art under his arm, he headed to the door and up the stairs where his loft was located. A few moments later, he let himself in. After placing the art carefully against the wall, he went about showering. Once refreshed, his dark hair wet, and wearing only loose trousers and his toned torso bare, he returned with a bottle of water in his hand. He took a big gulp as he stared at the wrapped painting long and hard. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he ripped the brown paper, revealing the exquisite painting beneath. Slowly, he caressed the paper canvas, tracing the lines and feeling the rough texture of the paint of the pink blossoms. It again reminded him of Sakura

He loved to see her pout, it was cute especially with the way she stood there, with her apron and spoon in hand. "Itachi, do something." "Yes mum," he replied and stalked closer to his sister and father. Itsumi rushed from her father's embrace and hid behind him. "Dad, Itachi wants to take me away." "No one would take daddy's bunny." "Yes I will, she is my twiny bunny. Okay, that's enough, momma's cheeks are gonna get red from pouting so much," he said and successfully pulled his sister with him and away from the living room.

Maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t screwed it all up. And there, in the quiet reception room near the entrance, stood Tatsuya Yuki. His dark hair swayed slightly with the breeze from the overhead vent. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on the paintings that lined the walls. Paintings of Expensive art, sculptures, and poetic antique. His tall figure, lean yet commanding, looked like it belonged in a fashion spread. A contrast of elegance and strength. Taiga stepped through the door and smiled. “Tatsuya.”

In the distance, James said in surprise, “This piggy sure is terrifying. I can’t believe he’s already mastered Heavenly Sacrifice, which ranked sixth on the Supernatural Power ranking.” Quattro looked at Yui, analyzing him. After a while, he said while smiling, “The Tethralis Art is indeed impressive. It allows you to connect your body with the Dark World and continuously absorb Dark Power. It’s a pity…” He paused, shook his head lightly, and said, “It’s a pity you’ll have to die today.” “Fucking arrogant pig!” Yui snorted, then summoned a long sword.

She wondered as she typed a response to the latest email. “Hey, this is…” Rhett had begun flipping through her art book and found the pictures of the Triquetra. He turned it and grinned. “A really nice c-ck shot. Looks just like Heath’s c-ck in real life. Beautiful!” He chef-kissed his fingers. “Ha,” she flicked him a look out of the corner of her eye. “If you turn over a couple of pages, you’ll see the the next releases of my comic in pencil, ready for inking. You know how to do that, from school, you remember?”

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles