Luna Lovegood Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lifting off the veil gently, he blinked severally when he saw her face, before nibbing gently on the spot in-between her shoulder and her neck for minutes,before slamming his lips on hers. "Fatherrrr" Gael shrieked out when he saw what was happening. "You are hurting my mother again, aren't you?"Gravon, who was shocked at what he had just said, placed a hand on his eyes, before walking away with him. Laughters erupted from the crowd when they heard what he had just said. "People of the White Moon Pack, behold your Luna, Ashina Tala" she announced cheerfully. " My Luna," Hrolf whispered.

I looked at her confused. Luna Diana gave me a sad smile, then turned us to the huge oil paintings lining the wall. I recognized the people in this painting - a very much younger Alpha Finnley looking more like the Uncle Cookie I remembered, but without the scars. On his arm was Luna Diana, looking gorgeous in her shining youth. And between them, a small boy barely the age of six or seven with ice blue eyes and a cold, emotionless expression. “Is that…” I asked cautiously, thinking how utterly adorable he was in contrast to the dead hollow look in his eyes. Like a doll stuck in the same stiff position.

"Real as the stones you walk on. Real as the air you breathe." "All of that is true," the Keeper replied, and at the child's confused expression, she laughed softly. "Come. Let me show you something." She led the girl through corridors lined with portraits, some painted, a few captured in the newer art of light-drawing that the scholars had recently perfected. Each showed Luna differently: fierce and crowned, gentle and teaching, monstrous with claws extended, serene beneath starlight. They stopped before the oldest portrait, painted when Luna still lived. The woman in the image was neither beautiful nor terrible, neither saint nor demon. Just a person scarred, tired, holding a small flower

Logan asked with a wriggle of his eyebrows. Luna chuckled at his antics. “Yeah, I'm an artist. A painter to be exact, but I dabble in other forms of visual art too—drawing, sculpting and wood carving. I enjoy art. It's my livelihood and source of income too.” She chuckled at the last part of her sentence. Logan looked at her with utmost concentration. He was enchanted by her beauty and eloquence. Judging by her manner of speaking and behavior, coupled with her love for heart, he was certain that she was a very intelligent woman. As a sapiosexual, he was attracted to intelligent women.

Sorry it took me so long to put it up, you know how time just gets away. “Right,” I agree even though I think she just gave me some lame excuse. “People ask all the time where I got it and I tell them from our very own Luna.” She says and I try my best to smile. Arthur playfully nudges my side. “That’ll be Artists Luna from now on.” “Of course, Alpha.” Susan rushes to apologize, but I wave her off. “He’s joking. I’m glad people like the painting.” I say and want to move on to the part where we order.

"Luna?" Hue named that girl, I have nothing to do with it. He said she's like the moon that calms the night and the nightmares. They even saw her actually. Whenever I'm in my normal state, I make her a portrait. Her paintings are all over my art room. In different sizes of canvas, different art style, she's all over that room. "I didn't." I answered. The disappointment shows in my face. "And you waited for her?" Allen said with an elevated voice. "You don't know when to stop, do you?" he said.

Luna walked to the front carrying three drawings. Her voice came quietly at first. “This is my family.”She lifted the first picture.Elias.Tall.Gray suit.Smiling.The second picture showed herself. Dark hair.Same eyes.The room remained gentle.Then she raised the third.A woman.Long dark hair.Gray eyes.No name.No label. Just a face. Seraphina stopped breathing. Luna looked down at the paper. “I don’t know who she is,” she admitted softly, “but I keep drawing her.” Silence settled. Clara’s expression tightened.

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.