Naruto Painter Novels & Stories

"All right, sign now." Noel rubs his neck and hesitated to follow the artist. "After you sign, I will sign under your name," Gregorio said for Noel to agree. Noel believed him, so he didn't hesitate to write his name. "Done!" Noel said and handed the paintbrush to the artist. Gregorio took the paintbrush from him and stuffed it into a pocket of his pants. Gregorio took the painting and handed it to Noel. "Seriously Sir, is this really mine?" Noel still couldn't believe it.

Even if I don’t want to have them at all… Panic surges through me, so I rush to change the eye color since Nina is already standing up to look at my painting. She stands behind me, places her hand on my shoulder and mumbles, “he looks familiar. Who is he?” “Nobody. Show me yours,” I blurt out to distract her. Nina beams at me and shows me the painting of the warrior she wishes to be her mate. Then, she points at my painting and repeats, “seriously, I feel like I’ve seen this guy before.”

Jea Hwa spoke trying to relive what it would be like to venture into the entertainment industry. "Actually I'm a paint Artist, you might know me by the name Misty Hue." "The Misty Hue? I love your work! Especially the one where you turned a whole bungalow into an art piece dedicated to 'INUYASHA'." "It's nice to meet someone who appreciates that art. It got overshadowed by the glass paint art but it's still my personal favorite." Luna emphasised with pride. "Yeah your artwork is great and everything." Effie lilted.

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.

Send me your recommendations. While I perform my edits (which should take a few weeks, though I’ll try to be fast), I’ll be brushing up on my drawing and painting skills and creating art around the characters of the novel itself. If you want to check out my progress in this regard, follow me on TikTok - I’ll be showcasing digital artwork through there. Just look me up via my name - CeritusOrbis. Give me a follow and all that. But what about afterwards, you might ask…

I liked them immediately. I was standing there, head tilted, trying to figure out what emotion the artist had been trying to strangle onto the canvas, when I felt it. That prickle on the back of my neck. I turned. And there he was. Leather jacket guy. He was standing near the doorway, half in shadow, arms crossed, watching the room like he was waiting for someone to do something stupid so he could end them. Same sharp jaw, same messy dark hair, same eyes that seemed to cut straight through people.

"Without looking over her shoulder for once." My phone vibrated in my pocket. Tiny's name flashed on the screen. "Report," I answered quietly, moving further from the bedroom. "Everything's clear, Alpha," my Beta's deep voice rumbled. "The painter has been vetted. Former art professor, human, no connections to any packs or supernatural factions." I stiffened. "What painter?" There was a pause on the line. "The one your Luna sat for yesterday. On the south beach. I assumed you knew."

I stuttered, looking at the beautiful pigments and canvas in progress of the Maroon Sea. Jarnja nearly cooed, striding powerfully over to the art studio and caressing the brush with a gentleness underlying the nature of a Beast. "We may share, it is well known amongst the mara that you dream of being the greatest painter in all nine realms." I blushed again, damned complexion I had. "I... did not realize the mara were so all-knowing."

I was glad about my purchase, and it gained me some respect from others in the project. My first idea was mostly in black, gray and white (no surprise there), a girl sitting on the ground somewhere in the school. Many crows above her head, attacking. She had her hands up, protecting herself from them. My imagination was that those blackbirds are the many problems, and the mean students that a student must endure during their time in school. I doubted that someone would get it, but I didn't actually care. I pushed myself to finish it today, so tomorrow I could paint the idea I sketched last night.

"He's not screaming yet his mouth is open but no sound comes out. His eyes are... empty and empty. The painter looked up, his face now downturned. "And the torturer, my lord? Should I include him?" "Yes. A tall man with dark hair going gray at the temples and he’s standing beside the rack. He's dressed well like a noble and his expression..." I turned to look at the painter, meeting his eyes. "Paint him looking satisfied, like he has accomplished something worthwhile.” The painter's hand had stilled, his face pale. "My lord, this is-“