Novel & Cerita Ron Weasley Fan Art

In the end, I think they turned out great. Not that I knew what the others were for but there was also a frog on a log, a humming bird and a fat Cardinal. The very last one I was drawing was for Arlo. He got those picture for us, or more for me. It was of a wolf. It’s head was downward with his teeth showing. The hair was standing straight up with a human skull under it’s paw. There wasn’t any flesh on it, just the bones. Originally, I was going to make it a dead rabbit or something but this seemed appropriate. Keeping this one black and white, kept some of the mystery alive. “Charlotte??” Waylon yelled as he was coming in.

The painting was complete, in fact, more than complete since she added extra feature of her own. She was having fun with this more than he had imagined. No wonder she was laughing when she was done, he had thought she was just very happy that she made a painting. She had painted Orion exactly the way he was sitting in his chair but she added some extra detail that Orion considered petty. On his head were two black horns that curved in, almost touching each other. Then the color of his eyes were red and fumes were coming out of his ears, he looked evilly furious.

/Arms length/ Raya murmured in agreement. "Ooh. If he just had a haircut…there could be an absolute beast under those gray strands," she joked, twirling a glossy brown curl and pouting. I joked along with her, “he is huge, but if he is Luna Madeline’s main man he must be a Dark Arts specialist.” “I don’t mind any of that, there’s no real magic in the world now anyway. It’s all the old generations nonsense,” she huffed. /If only/ Raya growled as I filled Seraphine’s head with the pretty details she craved.

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

I said locking the bitterness I felt in a box and locking it up in the deepest part in my Brain. "But you and I, we're a team now. The strongest team. Okay?" He nodded slowly before he smiled "Can we still show him my art project if he comes home?" "Of course," I said, though I doubted Xenois would return before Ollie's bedtime. He never did. I helped Ollie set up his art project on the kitchen table—it was a picture of our pack territory made with clay, twigs, and painted rocks. He'd worked on it for days, as he diligently added werewolves one by one to represent his family.

I whisper to Owen. Beneath the “werewolves” column, she neatly prints, “Owen and Ella: Reproductive Spell.” Changing from her black marker to a red one, she makes a bullet point below it: “Ella = Tyr” and “Owen = Fenrir” “We know enough about the spell that we understand the symbolism,” she says, moving to the next column. She notes there that thralls cast the spell on us. Then, under “unknown,” she writes “moonstone.”

My eyes were enormous circles with jagged lines coming out—lightning, maybe. Underneath, in Rowan’s careful, wobbly handwriting: THE KERSED LUNA. The second panel had a moon with angry eyebrows and what I thought might be teeth. A tiny figure (me, presumably) stood under it, frowning. Panel three showed a blob with too many arms, and what I assumed was Malric’s crown, being bitten by a smaller blob with pointy teeth. Panel four was just me again, this time with a wolf tail and a baby in my arms, the angry moon now… smiling? Or having a stroke. It's hard to say.

Kane POV- “Ambush much? Rana, I told you, this my time with Alsie. You need to respect that.” I was in the bathroom inspecting this beautiful mark that had appeared on my neck, chest, back, and over my shoulder. Four wolves, a crescent moon, eye of Horus, the Sphinx, Great Pyramids, and a bat. The moon and the bat had a light blue outline, the Sphinx, and pyramids were outlined in gold. It was magnificent.

It's an image of a werewolf, it's body parts fully labelled. I shook my head as the thought of my father actually studying werewolves occured to me. I put the paper down but my eyes caught another one. It's another sheet of paper and this time there's a more interesting image on it. An image of a big werewolf, it's body full of deep brown hairs. It has it's face pointed up, howling, it's eyes flowing a bright blue. For a long while, I stood there, lost in it's eyes, watching and feeling myself drawing into them.

“Wren, sweetheart, we’re right here. Both of us.” Wren looked at her with those wide, earnest eyes. “Mama, will the bad shadows come back?” Liora knelt next to them. “If they do, we’ll chase them away.” Varian added, “Together.” Wren rested her cheek on Varian’s shoulder. “I drew something.” She pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket and handed it over. A stick-figure family—Varian, Liora, Wren—standing on a rooftop with a giant sword in Varian’s hand, pointed at a swirling dark cloud labeled “BAD AI.”