Meta Knight Artwork Novels & Stories

One day, it would burn everything. *** At eighteen, Kaelan was summoned to a sealed chamber at the heart of Nightbane’s stronghold. The corridor leading to it was long, guarded by armed soldiers. The black stone walls were covered with ancient carvings glowing faintly whenever the moon reached its peak. Kaelan stepped inside. The air was thick, laced with sulfur and aged incense. At the center of the chamber stood a massive canvas, taller than any man. The Moon Painting. It wasn’t just art. Silver light pulsed from its surface, like breath. The paint shimmered, alive. A wolf with golden eyes stared outward, piercing through anyone who dared stand before it. Kaelan felt as if his entire soul

Instead of arguing, I approached the stand and unveiled what lay beneath the cloth—a painting. The three wolves' reactions were immediate and distinct. My father's eyes narrowed in assessment, Derek's widened in appreciation, and Bernard simply looked confused. The painting was extraordinary—a Fenrir-like creature with massive wings, executed in traditional Northern Territory ink style. The beast seemed to leap from the canvas, its green-gold eyes burning with life and power. "Northern Territory ink art—mythical beasts from ancient wolf legends," I explained, watching their reactions carefully. "This is my exploratory business idea."

Before I could stop myself, I turned it and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the air carrying a faint, woodsy scent mixed with paint. My breath hitched as I stepped inside. The walls were covered in canvases, all of them depicting the same image: a melting face, caught in a horrific scream. One canvas stood out, larger and more vibrant than the others. The paint was still wet, glistening under the soft light. Beneath the image, a word was scrawled in bold lettering: darkknight.

Devil calls from the kitchen. “A small spoon, and a dash of creamer” I call back, for coffee, I could answer. “Which mug you want princess?” I have a collection of mugs, I own twelve mugs, I do splurge on my mugs they are an investment to my happiness, it’s only me at the house, and only me who drinks coffee. “I’m a fucking Author one,” I tell her, it’s one of my costume-made mugs, the best ten dollars I ever spent, they are from my writing work money, so the mugs are an investment in my work.

That was the moment I swiveled my gaze around the room, noticing the soft glow of the chandelier that hung from the lofty ceiling, the cream colored walls I wanted to run my fingers on, and worse— My breath locked, confusion slowly setting in as my eyes narrowed on the artworks that were hung on the wall. Paintings that I had seen at an exhibition, paintings that I’d wanted desperately but couldn’t get because they were sold at ridiculous amounts and Eden believed it was a waste of money. But they were here, staring back at me like they were hung here for me. My eyes twitched, my brain short-circuited as I tried to process why they were here. Merida’s voice broke through my muddled brain and

Then Henry stopped. Immediately. Then: "Oh." Pause. Then: "Oh no." Nobody liked those words anymore. Then: "What now?" Henry pointed toward the murals. Then: "The First Heir." The group turned. The murals showed Arkan. Standing beside twelve floating crowns. Then another image. Arkan kneeling before a black throne. Then another. Arkan fighting something enormous. Something hidden beneath the Citadel. Then another. Arkan sealing it away. The entire tunnel fell silent. Then Kael stared at the final mural.

"The dept of the kiss was almost a french kiss so it is impossible that this is a friendly kiss." Addi grabs the picture from me then quickly unroll it. She did a quite review of the picture before she gave it back to me. "Yeah. Indeed they were lovers. The real question though is how did you get a hold of this picture?" I cleared my throat then gently lays my coffee cup down. "Well, it goes like this. When Knight's Luna disappeared which was Caroline. Diana, his ex has been messing arounf with him, she wouldn't left and as the friend who witness how Knight cried and almost become a womanhater because of her, I knew I needed to do something."

Then, a fraction of the froth detached from the branches, scattering across the dark liquid like falling snow. I ceased my fanning, handing the scroll back to the host before offering a clean, traditional pack bow to the assembly. "This is my execution: The Bloom of a Thousand Pear-Flowers Ushered Forth by the Night Breeze of Spring. The trial is complete." The entire cathedral went so dead silent that the sound of dropping water could have been tracked across the stone floor. Milk art had always been static, but my wilderness technique had rendered the image fully animated. A standard cup of coffee was a temporary blend, but this kinetic display was worth ten times its weight in silver beca

boasted the creature, whose appearance did not surprise the princess. "Milky, what have I told you about showing yourself without me summoning you first? If the wrong person sees you, it can cause a lot of trouble for mom and I." Luna scolded the creature that many had mistaken for a magical item. Milky belonged to a rare breed of birds that only forged contracts with a selective individual of their choosing and bestowed upon them powerful magical artifacts.

But his bluff became a reality, Jhonia stop at the intersection of the door silently taking photos. “Who would have thought... Someone who is dying to be ride by Kyhe Knight, would jump right in to his enemy's bed? Who? Emmari, I would love to know how Mr. Knight would feel after seeing you like this? Hee-hee, continue.” Jhonia said to them, taking a moment while in fright Emmari pulled for the sheet while Nearce got dressed. Jhonia continues to ask? She giggles and says as she is leaving.