Midna Artwork Novels & Stories

I grab the box and dart outside. “Now what” I asked. “Inside there should be a potion” she said “give it to him.” I look through the contents of the box, crystals, a rabbit leg and finally a vile with a purple liquid inside. “That’s the one” she said. I pop the lid off and pour it in Liam’s mouth; he starts to cough. The wounds on his body begin to heal and Liam opens his eyes. “Oh thank god you’re alright” I hugged him. “Ouch” he groaned.

The silence was broken by Mina’s voice. "You... you drew these?" Isolde swallowed. "I don't... I don't know." Mina looked up sharply. "What do you mean you don't know?" Isolde shook her head. "I don't remember doing it. Any of it." Noise in the courtyard was lost in the background and students passed without being noticed. Mina moved nearer, and her voice became soft, as she was trying so hard to not be overheard. “You have never seen Rain, Isolde,” Mina said. “You have never visited my home. You've never fought anything. But these—“ she tapped one of the sketches, page of flames, curved like wings, “—the things only a person present would know.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

And more. Until an entire wall revealed itself beneath the debris. My breath caught at the sight of a huge, beautiful but terrifying mural. The center showed a woman surrounded by silver light. A queen. Even worn by time, there was no mistaking her. Silver eyes. Moonlight woven around her. Power radiating from every carved line. Ciara stared in amazement. "That looks like Maya." I slowly nodded. But my attention had shifted elsewhere to the figure beside her. A dark massive wolf covered in strange markings.

His hair cascaded down, a mix of otherworldly grace and raw desire. Madeline could not help but admire her own work. 'Wow! Handsome!' It was the culmination of a concept she had been perfecting for nearly a month. Pleased with her creation, she turned her attention back to painting scenes from Skylandia. Little did she know, her latest masterpiece had sent her fans into a frenzy. It was not until Yeneth's message popped up that she realized the impact. [Madeline!!! Twitter's going nuts over your artwork!]

A painting of a skilled artist. Those deep oceans could take me to heaven, each and every feature is detailed. Her smile is enough to make a heart of dead beat and that's the reason why I don't want anyone to see it. It's mine, that divine thing is only mine. The way she turns red when she is scared, cries when I scare her. It fascinating! I love when her skin turns pink when I touch her, fuck her and control her body. Poor thing still doesn't know that I have her body under control but she is still a rebel. Her eyes shows that she will stab me the moment she gets the chance and it thrills me.

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

Ivory got what he meant and then nodded her head afterwards. "Make it quick." She told him without looking and then went to the area where the other agents walked. Some minutes have passed and they found the hut Dominus told them to stay in for a while. Jake, who was carrying Siva, let her sit in the chair inside the hut. Then there they saw some paintings inside it, they are all beautiful. Most of them are art of the moon, and all of them were Dominus artwork. He used natural things and materials to do his artworks, it's the only thing he can do to forget all the things happening to him, just picturing the things that makes him happy.

“I’ll just go change.” “Take your time,” Araminta replied sweetly. In her room, Aria hurried to the mirror—and froze. It wasn’t a simple tribal design like she had seen on others. Marcus had painted her, truly painted her. Dandelions rose from her skirt, their seeds drifting upward, transforming into birds, then into stars as they reached the crescent moon resting just beneath her chest. It was breathtaking. She turned from side to side, admiring it from every angle. She had expected symbols of strength or rank, but instead, she wore art. His art.

As her brush glided across the surface, she felt a surge of pride, knowing that her artwork would forever bear her mark—a symbol of the time, effort, and love she had poured into its creation. Stepping back to admire her work one last time, Ayana felt a smile spread across her face. The portrait of Adam stood before her, a testament to their friendship and the profound impact he had had on her life. It was more than just a painting—it was a reflection of the bond they shared, a celebration of the beauty and depth of their connection.