Sad Marvel Fan Art Novels & Stories

Seeing one of the world’s latest innovations through the screen of her cracked phone was one thing, seeing the real thing was an entirely different experience altogether. Carefully, she set Fabian’s blazer on his chair and went over to pick up the glasses. It reminded her of the F.R.I.D.A.Y sunglasses Iron Man wore in Avengers. One of the kids in the art centre where she previously worked at talked non-stop about it. He even drew sketches of them when he should have been drawing a vases and flowers. Amber had always wondered why the kid’s parents sent him for art classes. He didn’t need them, the kid was a genius when it came to sketches.

And I can guess what it probably is. “Hey.” I say gently, “we’re going to figure out for certain if those are in fact vampires that your patrols and trackers smelled, and then we’re going to figure out the best course of action. You’re an amazing Alpha, Scarlett. You got this.” She smiles at me, but it’s a different smile than the one a few moments ago that was the smile of a woman content, post-coitus. This smile is the true one of a grateful friend. “Thanks, Raul.” She says as she reaches her hand out and begins running it through my hair. “I appreciate knowing that you’ve got my back.”

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

I ask with a gasp. "Of course, I'm always looking for new talent and Damon recommended you enough," he says with a smile. "The theme is landmarks at night but I'd like you to experiment with different colours. You'll get 90% of the money you make from selling the artwork and the other 10% goes to me." "Thank you for asking me, I'd be honoured to do some artwork," I say and the man nods. "Damon will give you my email so you can send some concepts over and we can discuss details," he says and I feel myself smiling.

◇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

Her eyes landed on the drawing of Chadwick with the silencer, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Is this our Righteous Professor Chadwick, Danny?" she whispered, her eyes glinting with a sharp, serpentine triumph. "My, my... I knew you were obsessed, but I didn't think you were suicidal. What do you think your mother or the police would say about this fan art'?"

She stopped talking for a moment. “But?” I said softly. “But, he tripped and fell into the bone fire pit. He couldn’t get out of it and we all had to hear his screams as he burned to death out there that night.” She said and wouldn’t look at me. “Sadie? Sadie?” I said her name twice and she finally looked over at me. She was crying and I wanted her in my arms. I got out of bed and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her and she came into my chest. “Baby, he was a bad man and you probably saved a lot of girls from having to go through what your friend went through,” I said trying to comfort her the best I could. I wasn’t afraid of her. I knew what she was capable of doing. I also kne

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

I asked, half-hoping he'd just simmer down. "Like it? Anne, this is— Look here, you got the curve of the visor just right and the mouth guard detail is perfect. Do you know how much incorrect fan art I've seen?" I blinked at him. "Just how much fan art have you seen?" "A lot. Your dad's is my favorite, but he might have some competition now," Victor said eagerly. "What else can you draw?" "I don't know. Whatever." I shrugged, trying to stay casual even as my face started to heat up. "You want me to draw a Zord or something?"

But it's the rumors surrounding those who weren't rejected but weren't of alpha blood that scared me. "Rider D'Klavarik." He said with an amused smirk on his face. I felt my heart falter at this revealation. Why ME! Of all people, I rather be mated to Emilio than this guy. Thee Rider D'Klavarik? The sadistic heartless Alpha from the Westmincer pack? I couldn't hide the amount of fear in my eyes. This seemed to amuse him because he chuckled. The sound of his low chuckle made my legs feel unsteady. Damn mate bond, it's this bad already and he hadn't even marked me. He came closer backing me into the thick stone railing of the terrance.