Lapis Lazuli Fanart Novels & Stories

I said. “Mm,” she said, noncommittal on the surface, promise underneath. Then, lighter: “Besides, who else is going to bully your rugs?” “Lumi,” I said. “As if she needs encouragement.” Right on cue, Lumi materialized from nowhere, apple two. “I found four more tiles. Also I stole Serina’s fan.” Riley blinked. “Why?” “So she can’t whisper behind it,” Lumi said, like it was obvious. She flicked the fan open: inside, along the slats, tiny ink sigils—neat noon runes, meant to soothe, to nudge, to make a ‘yes’ taste like virtue.

Zara, my sister, was hopefully safe, travelling Sri Lanka and volunteering in an elephant farm, having the best time of her life playing with baby elephants, her favourite animal. The heavy, fruity perfume made me pull out of my thoughts as Sophia leaned closer. It would have looked normal if her round breasts weren’t pressing against my arm, but it seemed awkward because of my six feet five tall frame. I loomed over her lean frame as she pretended she wasn’t doing that on purpose while examining the painting. “What inspired you to paint this?” Her voice floated in my ears. I smirked, glancing at the painting filled with warm blue tones. “Lust.”

What came into Clar’s view Was a pile of fabric. Thin. Almost weightless. Like cicada wings. Pure white. Soft blue. She reached out. Touched it. Soft. Smooth. Silky. Completely different from rough beast fur. Just holding it She could already imagine it. Cool. Breathable. Perfect for summer. Her eyes brightened Then dimmed. Fifty blue crystals. Her fingers paused. Her excitement cooled instantly. Too expensive… Lucas noticed everything. Her fingers. Her hesitation. Her gaze. He misunderstood it completely.

Lin Yilan's wandering thoughts returned to the shopkeeper's incessant sales pitch. She seriously considered which crystal cup Jasmine would prefer, examining the subtle differences in the natural ice-crack patterns with due diligence. Lapis lazuli bracelets, ripple-patterned crystal cups, hand-woven cloud-silk square rugs, Dream Epiphyllum dew... The long shopping list made Lin Yilan want to sigh. Her original intention was merely to visit an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time, but the result was this—

He reached into his indigo sash with his left hand and pulled out a small, old iron fan that was inlaid with black glass runes the Shield of the Kurogane. He snapped the fan open with a sharp, metallic click. The moment Laila’s sapphire-blue blades struck the iron fan, a massive shockwave of black mist and silver fire erupted between them, the force of the spiritual collision shattering the stone pavers beneath their boots into a fine, gray dust. Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England.

“What kind of textures would feel good here?” Lila approached it with solemn dedication. She’d run her small hands over fabric samples, rejecting anything scratchy or stiff. “It has to feel soft, like a kitten’s tummy,” she’d insist. She’d scrutinize paint swatches, rejecting stark whites as "too hospital-y," opting instead for warm ivories, gentle sage greens, calming sky blues. “This blue is like the sky after a storm,” she’d say, pointing to a swatch. “When everything feels clean and quiet again.”

She had no idea if he was delayed or stuck somewhere. “Girl, I love everything you create but that one is coming home with me.” Linlin gave her a nudge, pointing at a large painting in the center of the wall, hushing her voice so nearby lurkers wouldn’t know TangShi was the artist. Another pond scene, only this one had multicolor fantail goldfish that looked ethereal and magical like underwater sirens. A palette of pastel colors that gave a warmth like a summer day.

The beast's eyes were adorned with actual emeralds that caught and reflected the gallery lighting. "Those are real gems," Emma whispered in amazement. "She embedded real emeralds in the painting!" The effect was mesmerizing. Fenrir's gaze seemed to track viewers as they moved, the emerald eyes creating an illusion of living consciousness. (Third-person POV) The exhibited "Ancient Wolf Legends" series wasn't even complete. These eighty paintings in the debut showing merely lifted a corner of a vast mysterious veil. Yet they had already captured everyone's attention completely. Lead artist Luna Natalia had painted the heavens, earth, wolves, and spirits that werewolves imagined across generati

I walk back to my work table and pick up my palette of paint, each shade an attempt to capture the ribbons of gold and platinum that haunt my dreams. A sketch of Layla–naked and looking over her shoulder–fans out before me as I lift my brush to the canvas.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.