Miles Morales Fan Art Novels & Stories

Nothing to give me a clue about where I came from or who my parents were. The sound of Miles’ footsteps pulls me from my thoughts. He runs into the living room with a crayon drawing in his hand. “Mommy, look!” he says, thrusting the paper at me. “I drawed our family!” I take the drawing, my heart melting at the sight. Miles has drawn three stick figures—a big one with brown hair, a bigger one with black hair, and a small one between them. Me, Arthur, and Miles. We’re all holding hands, the sun shining above us.

He even drank some of my blood. Partly regretful and embarrassed, I smothered a laugh at the images forming in my head. The weirdest dare I ever heard, but I gathered his circle of friends preferred weird hobbies. His best friend said his real name was "Maximiliano" and that his parents were from Umbria. But Paul didn't mention a lot about Miles' background, leaving much to my imagination. I guessed Miles didn't like that his birth name was a mouthful—hence him choosing "Miles Falco" as his artist name.

Especially with a man. "My sister, Teresita Miralles, wants to commission your exceptional talent to do an artwork for her." Tumango si Arizona. "Nabanggit na niya ang tungkol sa bagay na 'yan nung magkausap kami sa telepono, last month," pag-amin niya. "And?" untag ng lalaki. She puckered her lips thoughtfully. "Frankly, hindi ko pa napapag-isipan nang husto ang tungkol sa alok niya. Hindi na kasi kami nagkausap uli."

A spoon with a rope as a handle has more purpose than I'll ever have. I'm currently living an average, uneventful life, but It isn't what I crave. I'd rather have an honest, hard-working life where I have to strive for everything or a carefree lifestyle where I never have to lift a finger! My astonishingly mundane life is stuck in mediocrity. My name is Miles, not Morales, Reyes instead. I'm your cliché below average, fake depressing 17-year-old. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a genuine advocate of equality among humans; I equally hate all.

I gave him a side hug, Max was one of the first friends I made since coming to this university, and I’ve had mad respect for him since I saw his pen art, I marvelled at the amount of patience he had with shading and detailing, in my opinion, he should have been the main artist, his work was exceptional. “I’m super pumped for tonight, and crazy jealous that you’re the main artist,” he said and I smiled. “You’re not going to try to sabotage me are you?” I playfully asked and he bit his lip. “I mean if something were to happen…” “You wouldn’t!” I gasped, going along with the act and he chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t, you deserve this, you’ve improved so much and all your paintings tell

Please I insist. "Mortin, give me the paper." "See, i made you this." Josh showed Miles the paper and it had his picture painted on it, the painting was so beautiful, it was as in the person has projected Miles's true self on the paper, each and every detail was so perfectly made but there was one default, his hair......they were black, jet black, and they are shorter than his own. "Did you like it?" "Yuh-yes, i did."

“Cool, can’t wait to talk hockey with him.” “What’s up” In saunters Miles wearing his favorite black jeans with holes in them, a black T-shirt and a baseball cap back to front, and his guitar slung over his shoulder. He’s the same build as Garrett and aside from the fact that Miles has Madi’s eyes, they are identical. He, however has zilch interest in hockey. He wants to make it big in the music industry and to be fair to him, he’s pretty mean on guitar and has a voice on him that makes the chicks fawn.

Miles said, his face lit up like he had the world’s greatest secret to share. “Hm?” I blinked, realizing I had no idea what we were talking about, “What, sweetheart?” Miles puffed up his cheeks, ready to deliver the punchline, “I painted a dinosaur at school today, and it’s blue because it’s a happy dinosaur!” Mabel giggled, “Dinosaurs aren’t happy, Miles. They’re scary.” “Not mine!” he retorted with a defiant little pout. “That sounds amazing,” I said, forcing a smile as I stroked Miles’ hair, “Maybe you can show me your painting later?”

She moved an inch, getting a clearer view of the mural. It was a drawing of a woman but made out of leaves. Another, still on the same mural, showed the neckline of a woman with her arms folded, but the head was of flowers. Just like the tattoo on her toned curves. The next mural was a drawing of a woman's silhouette, but this time with stars. Hannah Morales was no expert in art, however, she had one word for the mural. Breathtaking. She sucked in her breath as her fingers carved along the lines of the drawing. She felt the blonde hover behind her, but she never once tore her gaze from the mural.

Miles didn't know he was trending on the internet after he made the bold claim that Mora's mask is going to sign with Agora entertainment. "Miles, where are you? return home, I want to see you" "Okay, we will be on our way" Miles replied. He turned to Sneaky "Dad, said we should return home" Miles didn't know that his newly opened social media was very active after his bold claims, some of Mora's mask fans were suspecting Miles was Mora Mask, they were calling him out to reveal he was Mora's mask. Miles didn't know many Mora's Mask fans were gushing over him online too, a lot of female fans were professing love.