Novel & Cerita Lapis Lazuli Fanart

The way her eyes sparkled and became wide, the intent staring, and even the subtle moving of her lips like a fish gaping… It was all too cute. "I'm glad your highness seems to like it." Alesteria turned her head as her eyes widened, eyes gleaming in delight. 'Like it? I absolutely love it!' Although lazurite is not very rare, it is a valuable gift for her because she used to explore with it and test its limits that no mortal has ever understood. 'Good thing that I had a lazurite gem before so I know how this thing works. It will be a great fit along with the branch they gave me.'

I admire all the paintings, but there is one in particular that catches my attention. It is a painting of a deep blue dragon flying over a mountain during a raging thunderstorm, a mountain I know all too well. I am surprised that out of all the paintings of magical beasts, they have one of a dragon considering we rarely show ourselves to humans. But what really catches my eye is the long-jagged scar running across the right side of the dragon's chest, and its deep violet eyes. This dragon looks familiar. Much too familiar. Reaching out, I run my fingertips across the dragon in the painting. My eyes begin to blur with tears. It is almost an exact replica of Fafnir, dynamic and glorious as he

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

He caressed her hair gently. "You hold the purple of my rainbow Benz because I trust you and love you the most . Thank you for being the brightest star of my universe. Now bye I have to go.And this time you'll have the best painting. Not those old ones which give such cold vibes. I don't know what is interesting in those paintings. I feel as if the artist is a walking corpse who has no life." She giggled merrily jumped and ran of the door diverting her attention to packing. "You don't know how much depth that holds Lily. The artist holds something so painful, so inexpressible." He whispered to himself and went back to his work

Aria’s POV The brushes moved gracefully between my fingers as I studied the final touches on the canvas before me. The painting had evolved into something I hadn’t initially envisioned—a lighthouse standing tall and steadfast, surrounded by a mesmerizing swirl of colors that seemed to represent the changing seasons. Spring’s vibrant greens melted into summer’s golden warmth, which blended into autumn’s fiery hues before softening into winter’s cool blues and whites. The scene was stylized and whimsical, the waves and skies swirling together like a dreamscape.

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.

Lila murmured, moving closer, “you still remember.” Maya turned away, trying to focus on the canvas. “You can’t just walk in here and—” “Why not?” Lila interrupted softly. “You painted me.” Maya froze again. Lila’s eyes flicked to the canvas. At first glance, it was an abstract swirl of dark colors—a storm of blues and reds, shadows and light—but at its heart, the faint outline of two figures merged together in motion. One dark, one bright. It wasn’t explicit, but it was unmistakable.

CHAPTER 33 Lila's chest expanded with a deep, fortifying breath as she finished the last tubes of paint and looked over her latest masterpiece. The canvas vibrated with a boldly dissonant symphony of shapes and hues, an unashamed expression of her volatile emotions in the aftermath of Yuria's brutal assault. Yet, beneath the seething maelstrom of color, there was something profound...something steadfast and unwavering in the face of the chaotic tempest. A single figure emanating peaceful defiance, exalted within its eye as if illuminated by an inner brilliance that no outer turbulence could destroy.

The look in his eyes was focused and reverent, as though he was restoring a priceless work of art. "Madie, this pigment contains herbs from my research team to help your skin heal. Well? Do you like it?" Across my back, a phoenix traced in shimmering gold pigment spread its wings, looking utterly alive and magnificent. I silently admired that piece of art. Unlike the designs across my skin meant for the anthropodermic fan, this was something I'd chosen on my own. Elliott gently clasped a necklace around my neck. It was made of the finest pink diamonds.

Thick and floor sweeping, I used the shimmery scales of the sea creatures as inspiration to create complex folds that changed color with every step. Sofia’s changed from dark green, light green, to gold, while mine changed from sapphire, light blue, to white. For jewelry…none of my collections could compete with the ones Idris Raed got me in Lycan Town. Sofia nearly turned me deaf from her exaggerated squeal when she saw the jewel. “Fuck, Sai! What’s your problem? This Lycan is practically screaming, ‘take me’ at you, and you’re hung up on that blind bastard?”