Lapis Lazuli Fanart Novels & Stories

"I borrowed it for my plate developments. It's nice to meet you, Elena. Where did you transfer from?" "Ohio," I said, lying through my teeth… it was for the best. "A country girl," Julian said, tilting his head slightly. "You don't look like you belong in a cornfield." "I don't," I said. "She's got better supplies than the faculty, Julian," Maya joked, pointing at my open crate on the floor. "Look at those oil tubes. That's pure lapis lazuli pigment in the blue jar." Julian leaned down, looking into the crate for a long second before looking back up at me.

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.”

I decided to make a drawing for each person. So far, I have finished one for Nova, Axel, Waylon and Jessica. Since I didn’t know Lilith that well, I just drew her a big ass flower. The dimensions were very delicate work. Since Tiger Lilies are my favorite, that is what I went with. Using come bright orange, it had spots of yellow and even red in it. The stem was dark green and the middle was a dark brown. Overall, I loved this picture.

Her eyes- sharp and glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto mine, and the temperature in the room plummeted. She raised a slender hand with deliberate, almost hypnotic precision, revealing an ornate fan. Its frame was crafted from blackened steel, delicate etchings of intricate runes glimmering faintly with an ethereal light. The fabric of the fan shimmered like woven moonlight, sharp edges glinting menacingly. This was no ordinary fan- it was a weapon, elegant yet deadly, exuding an aura of cold lethality.

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.”

Silk in shades of ice blue, muted silver, pale lavender— Lifted. Separated. Taken. Placed carefully under a tag: LYDIA VALE - SUMMER FEATURE A second rack was wheeled toward Seraphine. Slower. Less careful. The zipper slid open. Red. Not the deep, controlled red of power. Not the structured crimson of elegance. No. This was— Loud. Flame-orange undertones. Glossy fabric that caught light too sharply. Cuts that leaned toward dramatic instead of refined. The kind of collection that could easily become…

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