Itachi Artwork Novels & Stories

Ivory got what he meant and then nodded her head afterwards. "Make it quick." She told him without looking and then went to the area where the other agents walked. Some minutes have passed and they found the hut Dominus told them to stay in for a while. Jake, who was carrying Siva, let her sit in the chair inside the hut. Then there they saw some paintings inside it, they are all beautiful. Most of them are art of the moon, and all of them were Dominus artwork. He used natural things and materials to do his artworks, it's the only thing he can do to forget all the things happening to him, just picturing the things that makes him happy.

"His eyes are as beautiful as the blue sea, and his face so captivating to innocence. Within his outer heart you cannot see, but deep in his arms are incisions you can read. A golden phoenix that burns itself again to live, such is the future he envisaged to be in. Stroked across with dark brushes of burnt like a wolf crest, to show that even if he left his identity all would still be evident." And exactly in those rhymes that Hama had read to her only once, she could relive the sight of the picture over and over in her head. The diagram on Arturo's arm was the same. The color of his eyes now lingered in her head too, that it could slightly match the color of hers. And the shock of it ever b

Kurosava searched through the old and weary objects kept inside the old attic. There were old toys, books, pictures and all other useless and rusty stuff. The attic was filled with cobwebs and rats. Two huge mirrors were supported by the walls. It looked like an old child's playland-- provided how many toys it had. From dolls to mecha robots. There were drawing books and everything was laying there in the worst conditions they could be in. Finally, he found a huge picture of Mr Hiomi and Mrs Hiomi. Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Artie said and I stared at him in surprise. ‘This kid is really abnormal. He is just like his father.' I thought in my mind. “Do we have to really lay low?, These people are acting fast in transporting that thing. If we keep wasting time we will end up finding nothing. Besides, I'm already reeled up because of what that moron did to Tanya," Arturo impatiently said squeezing his palms tight. “Fine, I will take the left and you handle the right. Artie I want you to remain calm and stay out of sight," I mentioned because darting to the left slashing two men with my claws.

More accurately, he hoped the entire Ito family would be banished from this world! That way, the Takahashi family would no longer have any obstacles in Japan. In Machi’s mind, he had already prepared a hit list. The first person on the hit list would be Ito Yahiko, while the second would be Charlie Wade, the b*stard who had broken his son’s arms. He kept thinking that killing off Charlie would be an easy task whereas assassinating Ito Yahiko would be difficult. To him, Charlie was just a martial arts expert from Oskia. Plus, he has been marked by his very own ninja master. He could just end his life at any given time.

"This is your strongest piece yet. It should be the centerpiece of the show." "Really?" "Really. It speaks to something essential about being pack." Skyler stopped by that evening, finding Daniel and me arranging the exhibition layout. He examined the drawings with his enforcer's eye—assessing, judging, finding them worthy. "These are good," he told Daniel. "Honest. A lot of pack art tries to make everything look noble and perfect. This shows the struggle. The reality." "Thank you, sir." Daniel looked nervous in front of the Head Enforcer.

Her breath was warm against my skin, sending fresh shivers down my spine despite the exhaustion. I chuckled low, pulling her closer, our legs entwined under the rumpled sheets. "Worth it. Every mile, every risk." The afternoon sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the floor cluttered with her art supplies—charcoal sticks scattered like fallen soldiers, half-finished canvases propped against the wall depicting abstract forms that looked suspiciously like tangled bodies. One caught my eye: bold strokes of red and black, a figure arched in ecstasy. "That one... inspired by us?"

So that was how his character (Arithia) started his new life in Astera. After they hear the explanation from Hikari about his character, they all understand and accepted it. So Hikari was thinking that everything that he needs to do is just creating a weapon for the character. Neu draws his character was holding a weapon, So Hikari does not need to draw a weapon for Neu's character. There was a weapon that Hikari take from the game that he said and there was a weapon design that he created by himself.

Making Takeshi gaze move towards the hand of the body his reopened wound on his wrist. “Why can’t I just take that pretty tongue hush it will look so beautiful for my new artwork” Ryuu watches the smile fades off from the face of Takeshi. From the coner of the eyes, the boy looks over the sculptures over the coner of the room with the different shapes and sizes. Some of which was the head of the women smoking, the one hand holding the glass of pen, or the fingers in the shape of the house, eyes nose, legs running and etc.