Slytherin Artwork Novels & Stories

"Look at your life Arthur,A teacher." Arthur grumbled with a disappointing look. He was very certain his day would not go totally well considering the fact he would be meeting Bella. He tucked at his checkered shirt again before passing through the Aluminum gate. The School building would look invisible to humans except you work there but to Vampires,Werewolves and Witches they could see it vividly. Arthur looked upfront at the mansion coated in Brown and some additional secondary colours. There was also a waterfall with the top molded into a woman with her clothes designed with small drawing of the sun and the moon.

Old, powerful magic clung to the air, like an invisible weight, and it made every breath I took feel heavier. We came to a wide room—an open space that could have once been a grand hall. The walls were lined with portraits, old portraits—faded, but still clear enough to see the proud, regal faces staring down at us from their frames. They were all Slythes, their eyes heavy with history, their expressions stoic and unreadable. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. There was something magnetic about the way they looked, almost like they were alive, watching me.

“No. But I think… they’re afraid of me too.” --- Theron had begun to draw. He filled scrolls with spirals, flame symbols, sigils no tutor had shown him. Some matched the ones in the Flame Temple ruins. Others? Unknown. One drawing stood out. It showed two thrones: one of fire, one of moonlight. And between them, a figure in chains. The figure looked like Selene. --- Selene stared at the image long after Theron had run off to play. Kael appeared beside her. “She’s still the light,” he said softly.

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

I do my best to confer at appropriate times while viewing her as my favorite piece of art in this place. "Oohh, Finn, look at these two. I love them." She pulls me farther up the line of art until we stand directly in front of a matched pair of paintings. A male and female character of Dragons Reborn are framed side by side. The male image is in a dark wood frame with a painted character that extends out from the canvas. The thick paint is stacked up so the image has a layered and three dimensional feel.

shook my head, "I have decorated for a few events, but I can see if there is something I can help you with." He explained, "I've been feeling like there is something missing in here, and I have no idea what that could be." I walked around, and I noticed a huge round area toward the back of the store. When I got back there, I noticed that's where all of his sculpting supplies are on display. I asked, "Do you use this area for anything?" He shook his head, "No." I explained, "You have art from every medium on display... except sculpting." I pointed my finger to the center of the space, and a mahogany rectangular table appeared. Then I pointed and an ice sculpture of a dragon appeared. Ejder s

She never expected Draco to take her to such a beautiful gallery. As they entered the exhibition, Luna was in awe of the many paintings displayed, each one a masterpiece. She was certain the paintings here must cost a fortune. “Draco, this exhibition is so beautiful,” Luna whispered to him. “Which one do you like best?” Draco asked, his tone cool and flat. “That one.” Luna pointed to a painting of a woman holding a flower. Draco led Luna over to the painting. “You like this one?” Luna touched the painting gently. “Yes, it’s so beautiful.”

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

I slid out of the car, my eyes fixed on him as we made our way inside, the silence between us still palpable. Insider noticed that the apartment looked different from the last time I was there. Or maybe I just hadn't paid attention. The lights were dimly lit, casting a warm, eerie glow over the space. Everywhere I looked, there were artworks on display - paintings, sculptures, and tapestries depicting dragons and devils in vivid, intricate detail. The house had a creepy vibe, but somehow, it drew me in.

shook my head and said, "I have decorated for a few events, but I can see if there is something I can help you with." He said, "I've been feeling like there is something missing in here, and I have no idea what that could be." I walked around, and I noticed a huge round area toward the back of the store. When I got back there, I noticed that's where all of his sculpting supplies are on display. I said, "Do you use this area for anything?" He said, "No." I said, "You have art from every medium on display... except sculpting." I pointed my finger to the center of the space, and a mahogany rectangular table appeared. Then I pointed and an ice sculpture of a dragon appeared. Ejder smiled and sa