Lilia Vanrouge Fanart Novels & Stories

His claws extended sharply, and for a moment, I thought he might actually attack me. "She's lying, Kelvin!" Amanda jumped in quickly, clinging to his arm. "She's just jealous that I'm your Luna now. That's why she refused to return the ring. She destroyed it out of spite!" Kelvin let out a furious growl and stormed toward me. He grabbed my arm roughly. "Where is it, Ella? Stop playing games!" I yanked my arm free from his grip, meeting his burning gaze with steady eyes. "It fell to the ground the day you came to my den," I said calmly, each word deliberate. "The shards are still on the table. Go see for yourself if you don't believe me."

But as she shifted slightly to the left, her eyes locked onto a particular painting—one that was different. The painting depicted a young woman standing at the edge of a cliff, wearing a simple white dress that billowed in the wind. She faced the horizon, where the rising sun cast golden-orange hues across the sky. Her face was partially visible, showing an expression full of longing and determination. In her hands, she held a single white lily, as if symbolizing hope and sincerity. The brushstrokes were soft yet rich in detail, evoking a deep emotional resonance. Elise felt a shiver run through her. She stood on tiptoe, trying to get a closer look, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining thi

It smelled like home, unburdened. Lila’s laughter was the soundtrack now. Not the hesitant giggles of before, but full-throated, uninhibited peals that echoed down the hall as she chased Atlas, our lumbering but endlessly patient Newfoundland, around the living room rug. Her art studio door stood perpetually open, no longer a place of hidden terrors but bursting with vibrant watercolors of fantastical creatures and sprawling landscapes. The charcoal monsters were gone, replaced by sun-drenched meadows and galaxies swirling with improbable colors.

“Let’s give them the benefit of the doubt. But you’re on standby, Rose. The minute one of them starts up, I want it to stop.” “Understood.” The heaviness lifted as Rose’s tone shifted mischievously. “Now, I need to know what Janka was talking about when she said you’re going to paint your man.” Laila’s grin returned instantly. “I am. But not on canvas. Well… on canvas, but not the normal way.” She told Rose about the tarp that had arrived, the brushes, the edible body paints neatly hidden in the hall closet. She had spent an embarrassing amount of time researching safe brands and color combinations. The thought of Nichole’s reaction alone made her giddy.

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.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

“I’ll be here.” Annabelle gave a brief nod before slipping away, her heels soft against the floor as she moved toward the exit. Lila watched her go for a second, then let her attention drift back to the artwork. After a while, she moved on to the next piece, studying it. She was so absorbed in it that she didn’t immediately notice someone had stepped close to her. She glanced sideways, catching the outline of a man in her periphery, and for a brief moment, curiosity flickered through her.

But she remembered the rabbit’s heartbeat, the way the forest had sung in her blood, the hunger that hadn’t belonged to her. “I…” Her voice faltered. “I don’t want this.” “No one does,” Rowan said simply. “But wanting doesn’t change the bloodline.” “The bloodline?” Rowan straightened, expression shadowed. He moved to a shelf, pulling down an old leather-bound book. The cover was cracked, its edges worn smooth with use. He laid it on the table, opening it to a page marked by a ribbon of faded red cloth. The illustration made Evelyn’s stomach twist. A man—human—stood beneath a crescent moon, his body splitting apart, fur and claws erupting from his skin. Around him, others knelt, bound in chai

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

I know that too. Why aren’t you afraid? Because she doesn’t want what I’ve built. Then what? She is curious about what follows me. That night, Lila broke one of her own laws. She sat before the mirrorwall. Not to ask. Not to seek. To answer. She crushed violet root, mixed it with ash and moonwater, made ink that shimmered but refused to bleed. She drew three lines on old parchment. If I step aside, will the next voice sing without needing me gone?