Novel & Cerita Mysterious Paintings Manga

She heard Maggie's scream so she hurried out of the bathroom. "Maggie, what's wrong with you?" Alyssa asked, she was nervous. "T-the painting!" Maggie pointed at the painting hanging on the wall, her tone of voice trembling and she couldn't look at the painting. "What about the painting?" Alyssa asked confused. Alyssa's gaze followed the painting that Maggie pointed to. She didn't find anything strange! "What's in the painting?" Alyssa asked again, she touched Maggie's back to calm her down. "There's something strange about the painting," Maggie's voice trembled. She hugged Alyssa tightly.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

The strange thing was that the blood on the walls and the corpse had been fresh, strange considering that Jon Doe over here had been dead for a few days now. It’s one of two things from what I can see, either the blood is fake or from a blood bank, the scuffle to the wall suggests that the Hudson brothers had tried to fight off someone in here.The Hudson brothers are two very large men, they must have put up quite the fight but in the end could have been out numbered. Now this is starting to look more like a kidnapping rather than a murder and fled scene.

he nodded, offering me the folder. I smiled. Of course, Darius boasts about his brother. I truly love that about these boys. They are always supportive of each other and our granddaughter. The four of them are a great balance to each other. I opened the folder and nod with a smile as I looked at the manga-style drawings. It was apparently me, in my youth, wearing my black jumpsuit with red trim and my face hidden behind the white and red kitsune mask in some panels. It was beautiful even though it showed a story of blood and darkness.

Within the castle, it was structured magnificently with several incredible decorations and ornaments laying everywhere. However, an old room that seems to be abandoned at the far corner of the corridor seems to be the most mysterious of them all. Holding onto the door handle and opening it, slowly hearing the creaking sound of the door along with small creatures running for their lives. A room within the castle that has no decorations, cleaning or ornaments was in sight, the only thing here was a long, big cloth covering an object. Approaching it, I reached out my hands , ready to pull the cloth off, a painting was revealed. A woman with long black hair and green eyes , a faint sadness can b

Now, I couldn’t stop my sudden and abnormal heartbeats which kept on deafening me. I couldn’t be wrong… she exactly looked like Juno! Can I conclude now that she really exists? I didn’t know why but I guessed, this was already a sign that I would be able to see Juno again. I had waited long enough and this painting literally gave me hope that the prolonged wait would be officially over. I looked at the artist’s name and it was written as Drey Laxamana, with a printed date of April 2004. Based on his dazzling painting, there was no wonder that he was a believer of sea creatures.

It was nothing new—but the feeling hit differently every time. Despite my reservations, I'm not sure about getting comfortable in his humble abode but here I was, fascinated with the decor of this place. From the tapestries glued on the upper windows, down to a hallway filled with paintings hung on the walls from left to right. One of the paintings caught my attention. It had a haunting image that could send shivers down the spine of anyone, or possibly a museophobic would be disinterested, given the fact that they never have good taste in art. But I stood there as my fingers caressed the painting. It's a drawing of a werewolf giving its heart to a human girl.

Hybrid Ryan's POV All our attention was now on Lisa and Vanessa as they dropped a big old rusty book on the table and were flipping the pages with force.The sound of mumbling incoherent words could also be heard,I could feel Tasha's nervousness each time they flipped the page. 'Hey whatever they find out you still belong to me.’ I told her through the mindlink. 'Thank you’’ She looked at me and replied through the link before her eyes went back to the book.

When he was done, he looked around the room to ensure that everything was in order before walking to the wall. At first, it was just a regular wall but when he placed his palm on it, a green light flashed and scanned his hand. Then the wall suddenly opened up to reveal a hidden compartment filled with paintings of a girl. The paintings were arranged in an orderly manner, from infant to adulthood. The girl in the painting has long red hair and fierce amber eyes. He walked to the last two paintings, one was of the girl in the rain on the night of their first meeting and the second was of her covered in blood while wearing a traditional dress.

She followed the chain and reached a big wall. The wall was a bit weird. There were paintings all around. Shama observed each and every painting. The paintings were grouped. There were four paintings in each group. Shama saw one group. A girl was trapped in a crystal jar which was in someone’s hand. In another painting there was a girl crying desperately as she tried to grab a hand which belonged to….Who knows…Another painting had a lonely girl with a cake in her hand as she smiled at herself in the mirror. Another painting had a war scene with blood all around.