Meta Knight Artwork Novels & Stories

He wanted to darken the sun on his painting, giving it a richer tone. "Cerlance is a good boy, Philly." "We're all good boys, Ma. But talk to your son, alright? I heard he was having a threesome in his car." "Threesome?" she asked, clearly confused. He laughed even more at her innocent reaction. "Just G****e it, Ma." His gaze drifted from the painting and settled on the sea. A mermaid, huh? he thought. If such a thing existed, I’d take one home and—

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”

A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. The cost was irrelevant. A few million was a pittance. The real prize was control over the Elysian Charter, and through it, a fatal, final blow to Damian's reign. The next evening, the air in the private, climate-controlled vault was cold and still as a tomb. Katya stood beside Luc de la Fontaine. Before them, on a simple, velvet-draped easel, was the Monet. The brushstrokes were thick and vibrant, the colors a swirl of genius that seemed to hum with a life of their own.

Not something that looked normal. He took a breath, inhaling again despite himself. God, he hated that he liked the scent. That was when his eyes landed on the painting. A massive portrait dominated the far wall, and it was impossible to look away. Kieran stared out from the canvas like he owned whoever dared meet his gaze icy blue eyes, lips curved in the ghost of a smirk that promised trouble. He wore a tailored three-piece suit, the jacket draped across his shoulders in a way that made it look like armor. His shirt hung open just enough to reveal the ink curling across his chest: a dark flower twisting into thorns before disappearing over his shoulder.

"Alright, let's go over the plan," Theo said and everyone settled down. "Xania," I got up and winked at Leo who was grinning at me. "Well, I've already started with the paintings. I've already recreated two since the time of my 'theory'. Every painting will have a 'mistake' to show that it's a counterfeit, also the canvases are branded. These counterfeits are the three paintings that are the star of the show so-"

The mural Michelle and he had painted. They parked and got out, Richard leading his daughter by the hand. In truth, he had forgotten all about this painting until a few seconds ago. Now his gaze swept over it with fondness, taking in every detail again, every little nuance. There was a lush pine forest, its needled spires reaching for the heavens, and a castle sitting on a mirror-glass lake while the dark Mountain of Power loomed gargantuan in the background. An empty skiff floated ominously alone, moored, abandoned among some water-draped rocks. And his favorite: a large ruffled owl in a greatly gnarled black maple (part of its beak and one big unblinking eye chipped away and missing), and

It was messy, but I sketched it fast so I would not miss any detail before those flashes of that memory were gone. Once I finished it, I showed it to Knight, who gave it to the boys. “You’re good, and you sketched it while eyes closed.” McKaye chuckled. “Impressive.” “It’s been a while.” I smiled sadly at Knight. His sympathetic look made my heart melt. “I don’t recognize this place,” Kailin said. “Let me send it to Shadow.” Knight took a snap on his phone. “Don’t.” Dane got all our attention. “Why?” Kailin asked.

He answered with a hint of amusement. Kara stared in wonder at the painting. It was her standing under the small waterfall, it showed no discerning features, but it was one again so well painted that it looked like a photograph. Her back was on full display, showing the ripples of her muscles, along with the slightly pointed ears he had added to the other. The swell of her hips was soon swallowed into the water and she was once again amazed at his talent. “This is called ‘Water Nymph’.” He answered her silent appraisal. “And it is one of the last ones I need to wrap up before we leave, because I wanted to warn you that it would be in the exhibition and what you could expect.”

He guffawed and laughed , he was seeing such an interesting man after many decades , not decades, after centuries and centuries . The black mist ; which was gathering towards the magic circle and configuring into a 'certain' something for a long time finally, took form into something which aroused the spectators' and Lienne's curiosity — the dark mist, which appeared out of nowhere, formed into a physique of a knight and a configuration of a violet horse i.e. the knight's horse. On the top of the horse, sat the knight wearing a purple armour, with a badge of a peacock on the left side of his armour . He was holding one of the 7 deadly weapons - Gallows Dodger of the sin of pride .

More than one included the Guardians Nayara and Ghaeron, overseeing an official function or flaming enemies in battle. As the two of them passed through the main gallery of the Hall on their way to the First Commander’s office, he noted a particularly large tapestry that filled most of one wall. It represented the great battle, ages ago, between the Black Knights, Minotaurs, and Na’Himara against the enormous form of the mad Dragon Neyalha. Gheyaral hovered above his rampaging mate as they forced her toward the mystical vortex. Randey had seen it once before, when his father had brought him here, but he had been too young to truly appreciate it. It was beautiful and frightening all at once.