Painters Of The Night Novels & Stories

It was him, our special night in the pool—a Night in the Water, or the Water Collection. Like my Blue Grotto, I started painting with oils, several more nudes, though these were just bodies—a woman sitting on a man’s lap with her breasts lit, her face in ecstasy. The colors were silver, grizzly, ashen whites and creams. Another was just the back of a woman with her hair up and naked shoulders. I painted all week, each one more provocative than the last. These were impressionistic, so I obscured the faces and lines. Next, I got out my black chalk and drew William from a photo I had taken of him the night we walked through the city.

The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin, and I watched the city lights twinkle in the distance as I impatiently waited for Vince's car to pull up. Finally, I spotted his familiar vehicle rolling to a stop in front of me. As Vince emerged from his car, the moonlight painted his features with an eerie glow, accentuating the creases of worry etched into his brow. Each step he took towards me seemed laden with the weight of his concerns as if the very ground beneath him sensed the gravity of his emotions. Shadows danced across his face, mirroring the turmoil in his mind, while the cool night air whispered secrets of the city's bustling life. "What happened?" he asked. I could sense th

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Ashe yells, causing me to startle. I had completely forgotten the treasure and the fact that we still had a job to complete, I was so lost in John and our kiss to even think clearly. I walk over to Ashe while Lizzie and Corie fix up my grandfather. There’s a heavy lock on it, that I break with the head of the shovel. Flipping the lid open, everyone gasps at what is inside: jewels, gold doubloons, and a painting. A painting of a beautiful woman with raven hair and pale skin, sharp cheekbones and full lips, blue eyes piercing through you as you look at her portrait. A soft smile plays on her lips in the painting, her blue eyes a gleam with mischief. Pulling the portrait out, I turn over the fr

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

Noah asked. "Oh, right. They are just small insects,” said Azura. Lux, Azura, and Noah started to attack the hordes of their enemies. The enemies attacked them with firearms, while they only used their bare hands. Their agility makes the enemies unable to hit them. After that, Team Blue Starlight completed their task successfully and cleared all of their enemies. "What is this? Has their leader run away?” confused Azura. He felt odd about all of this. After that, Azura and Noah took the children one by one with them on the helicopter. Finally, left someone a little girl, she will be brought together with Lux. Azura and Noah were back in the helicopter. They told Lux ​​to go up immediately.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

They painted across the night, their strokes huge and furious until the letters screamed visible even from blocks away: BLOOD IS THEIR INK. And below it, in smaller scrawl, a prophecy of their own: RICO IS THE PEN. The city looked up. The bosses looked out their windows. The line between myth and rebellion blurred. The interview was no longer just a confession. It was revolution.

Nighttide was known for being extra secretive and protective; all that was known about them was that their army and warriors were mighty, and they were ones every pack – neighbouring or afar – wanted an alliance with them. Though their preservative instincts kept them hidden within the shadows, literally. Clicking through pages and pages of historical articles, Suki finally came across a picture – no, a painting – of a forest. It looked as if whoever created the image had done so from the sky, perhaps being up in the mountains. The painting itself presented a beautifully open forest, lit by the sun, but there was a patch that wasn’t catching any rays – a small, misshapen oval completely engu

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.