Mysterious Paintings Manga Novels & Stories

It was a sorrowful grayscale painting by the late Mandrel Adeline. Its haunting but colorful outlook depicted a lone figure standing in a vast, space, with his hands stretched toward something unseen and seeming forever out of reach. She inhaled slowly, knowing what it meant. “Still staring?” Malcolm's soft, dulcet voice called Zoe out of her thoughts, and she turned to see him watching her, while holding two wine glasses in his hand. “I didn’t know you collected CGI artifacts,” she said instead, tearing her gaze away from the paintings, and to the right side where the most fascinating objects stole her attention even more.

But he instead saw a card in his hand. I stole a little glance at the card, it wasn't a poker card or some kind of gambling card. Because there's a painting on the card. It's like a black and white sketch painting. Which is some people lying under a rock, moreover they lie naked. In front of them, there were 2 people passing by while looking at them. "What painting is that?" Finally my curiosity overcame all my ego. "This painting is one of the images of the nine parts of hell." I saw a terrible picture of a monster octopus there.

I was curious about that too as Indie mentioned that she painted and we’d seen the work she did on the mural so it made me wonder. “Hmm yeah, there a few of my paintings here” she walked around the room picking up some canvases of landscapes, some portraits - some were life like, others were done in a cubism style, then there is this one, she passed us a painting of what looked like a lunar eclipse, and a beautiful woman with long white hair stood in front of it, in a beautiful long white gown, at her feet lay many wolves. “Wow” all three of us said. “It’s meant to be…” she started

The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night. The painting was truly captivating and fascinating but on my part I felt something else on sighting the painting. It was almost like I had a flashback. I could suddenly see the figures that have haunted me in my room at night- the blue and golden yellow eyes figures. It came to me like a touch flash in my eyes and my heart pounded as Marcel's paintings were exactly the figures.

Nana and Ivan soon joined me, their presence a warm blanket around me. "Staring at this is giving me a sugar rush." Nana commented and I laughed. I understood her joke as the art was a giant ball of brightly-colored flowers. It looked like what a little girl would go crazy over as it had all the bright appealing colors. "I would keel if this was the original," I said squinting as I tried to find any mark that showed that it was an original. "What type of art is this?" Nana asked. "It's inspired by manga and anime. It was made by a Japanese artist." I explained with eyes still searching for a sign on the piece.

My pussy tingled, and likewise, my breasts. "Watch and learn," Giovanni murmured. I could only nod because, at this point, I didn't think my mouth was working. I realized we were on the eighth item, and it was going to ten, and everything would end. The eighth item was a painting. Its dark, swirling colors evoke a sense of mystery and emotion. At first, it might look ordinary, but it looked anything but that on closer inspection. There were symbols on it that I didn't quite understand. Only the painter would know what that was; I didn't think that was significant.

he said thoughtfully, “I won’t be taking any of the art home tonight. I’d rather donate directly and leave these for someone else to take and cherish. I hope my donation helps the community in some way.” The man blinked, surprised but clearly moved. “That’s very generous of you, sir. But are you sure? Many like to have something to remember the event by.” “I’m sure,” Rafael replied with a calm smile. “Besides, someone else will buy them. It’s the cause that matters.” He stepped closer to one more painting , which had a bold, brush-stroked landscape layered in soft reds and dark ink lines. He studied it for a moment. “This one… it feels familiar. Does it have any ties to Japan?”

Author’s POV: A mysterious lake: A small town away from California. People of the town have been seeing this pond over 100 years. But yet they know nothing about that lake like who created it and who is using this.!! Most surprising matter is the water label of that lake never changed and the water is fresh as always. The lake area is restricted and there is a boundary covering the lake. People say that few deaths incident occurred who entered into that area. Some used to say that this is somehow connected to the electric power plant which is around two kilometers away from the lake. But none knew how and why this is connected to that electric power plant.

There were piles of folios on a corner table by the stairs, and sketches peeped out at uneven angles from old worn leather bindings. "Are you an artist?" she asked. Mikhail chuckled. "Me? No. Those belonged to James. My friend. He was quite talented." Mikhail paused at a painting at the base of the stairs. It was a cliff-side view of the sea. The waves crashed against the rocks as though announcing the arrival of a storm. There was a distant, almost black-colored bird painted in the distance. Strange to paint a single bird, she thought, a bird that didn't seem to resemble a bird, actually. The wings were far too spiked, more like a bat than a bird. How odd.

What? [Meanwhile] Feral and Paws observed the room of paintings, each painting was randomly categorized with some possessing strange symbols, some a distinct imagery, some an indistinct and blurred image, and others simply a random splash of colors. As soon as they opened the golden door this was where they had landed, a room filled with paintings and illuminated by burning torches hanging on the walls. They were still studying these odd paintings when the message appeared- [Hidden stage 2- Picture a tale;