Terra Fanart Novels & Stories

See you in next chapters for fun and giggles. Gift for us... I got a fanart image for Banks & Eleanor. It's my current profile picture. Hope they look as imagined. Xie Xie

Their sharp overgrown nails were out on display. I subconsciously started trembling at their dark auras. Something didn’t feel right. I looked back at the bartender who had a murderous glare in his eyes. Something was wrong. The men started destroying everything and everyone that got in their way. There was no escape. They were blocking the doorway. It was terrible. I didn’t want to see the sliced necked or severed body parts. I wanted to leave, but I was paralyzed in fear. They would destroy me just like the rest of them. But I didn’t want to see people die for no reason. I had never even fought before, but I watched enough anime to have an idea of how it would turn out.”

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

“Sharp-tongued. Maybe a little unhinged. But secretly lonely and is open to an emotionally oppressed boy who looks like he hasn't slept in days.” Kieran gave it a second to think about what he just heard. “So… you’re looking for your clone in a skirt format?” Tanaka pointed at Kieran with his index finger and nodded solemnly. “Exactly.” Annie smirked. “I have one friend who collects switchblades and writes stories about love between a man and a woman who are not destined to be together. Does that count?” Tanaka’s eyes lit up like someone had just handed him a live hand grenade and told him it was a love letter from an emo goth mommy. In all honesty this guy might be a masochist; I do not kno

After I'd left Lucas's office that the day before, I'd hurried straight up to his suite and into his bathroom to stare at it in the mirror. Like I suspected, Gavin's mark was completely gone, and on the other side of my neck, Lucas's mark grew slowly. What started as two dark puncture marks were now two intertwined spirals of what looked like black smoke. It was beautiful. But the real wonder was in my mark that lay on Lucas's neck. Everyone that had seen him had commented on it. His had quickly grown into two wolves curled around a small crescent moon so it looked they were reaching for each other and we're curled up in a circle. Where his two dark punctures lay were two very small stars. I

" 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

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”