Kronos Unveiled Art Novels & Stories

I hiss at the stinging pain as my blood pools and drips through my fingers. His palm opens, and he connects his palm with mine, and I scream. It feels like fire seeping into me. “I, Kronos, son of the God Uranus and Goddess Gaia, the leader of titans. Remove the mark of death from Rosa Williams. The price has been paid, the sacrifice accepted.” I watch as her black aura changes to grey, then white. I fall back as I writhe on the ground, shrieking before it turns to a scream. I watch as Kronos pulls it from me.

Holoforge is ChronoGrafix—our project! They've simply rebranded it, but the concept Jakob and I crafted is displayed on the screen! The graphic artist elaborated, "This tool facilitates real-time collaboration among artists, directors, and producers from any corner of the globe. Whether brainstorming ideas, reviewing concept art, or providing feedback on visual effects, every team member can seamlessly contribute to the creative process…" Uncertainty gripped me as I pondered Jakob's next move. He soured as he realized that someone had usurped our concept. With determined strides, Jakob made his way towards the stage, and I followed suit.

“Yes, but when it comes to battle— you were meant to work together with Rumelia Heartlock, isn’t it?” “…………” Hearing that remark, Kronos did not say anything. “If you could bring out an arsenal, then Rumelia could bring out an army— your weapons were designed for Rumelia’s marionettes— no, it’s for her automata… isn’t it?” Kronos shakes his head and lets out a scornful sigh. “…so all of it is just air talk.” He said scornfully. No, it’s actually not. Except for Rumelia, they already were exposed right from the beginning. But if I were to told them ‘that’ right from the start, things wouldn’t turn out to be so interesting.

Draining us all as he poured into Kronos. The box contained the explosion of dust and tar. It was so loud and heavy cracks of lightning echoed until one last explosion had the entire box stop in time. Tiny particles of dust halted, the lightning frozen in a perfect picture. We all stared in awe at the new piece of art before us. Seconds passed by until it all dropped to the floor. Nothing but ash and dirt littered the ground of once was that of Kronos.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Here, the alchemy of learning and self-expression intertwined, creating a symphony of growth and discovery. In the heart of the Luna Enclave, an ethereal stage materialized, adorned with shimmering stardust and cosmic constellations. This celestial theater became a haven for performers who sought to embody the essence of authenticity through the arts. Dancers, actors, musicians, and poets graced the stage, channeling the depths of their souls to touch the hearts of cosmic audiences. The performances became a testament to the transformative power of vulnerability and the universal language of authenticity that transcended words.

ARIA’S POV The day of the event, The Horizon Art Gala, arrives, and everything is meticulously prepared. Julien has kept his plans close to the chest, but tonight, he will reveal the surprise he has been keeping from the media and the public; me and my artwork, "The Abyss," an abstract piece that captures the depths of human emotion.

She cast me a contemptuous glance and asked, "Maeve, are you packing up and moving out for good?" Her thoughts were sickeningly arrogant. [Hurry up and get lost already. The spot next to Alder should have long been mine anyway.] "Excuse me," I said in a flat tone. But she stepped sideways to block my path and intentionally bragged. "Oh, by the way, Crescent Gallery is hosting a debut art exhibition next week. "The mysterious artist, Stardust, who painted 'Moonfall on Leviathan,' is finally making a public appearance. I've invited Alder to attend with me.

But then it wasn’t like there was someplace for a run all this while too right… Without knowing, we had covered all the distance I had walked away from the house and Roxanne stopped as soon as she stopped in front of Giveon’s huge villa. “He can see us, he would bring a change of clothes for you,” Roxanne said and I was surprised. “If you let us run like this for a while more, you would feel all of it, for now, I’m still a separate entity from you just like how it is when a wolf is just awakened,” she explained and this time I was certain I was going to try this again.

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.