Thanos Fanart Novels & Stories

In the background, a city skyline rises– tall buildings with lit windows, similar to the comic images of Gotham. Both cases feature a dark, comic-book style artwork and is made up of deep blacks, cool blues and muted grey. Together, the two cases create an image of Batman holding Catwoman and kissing intimately. These phone covers are more intimate that the phone covers they saw online and fit Zack’s style better. Zack’s green eyes widen dramatically at the sight of the connected covers. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he immediately scoops both packages off the display case. “Holy shit, Anna– you have excellent taste,” he declares loudly enough to draw curious glances form

Not mockingly. Not shyly. Like he knew something Thanos didn't. That smile hit lower than expected. Thanos looked away. "Fuck off." But he still didn't move.

He swung his machete and walked over before he contemptuously said, “What do you want to do?” At this time, a man who was two-meters tall walked out from the team of one hundred people. There was a deep knife mark on his face, and his gaze was as fierce and ruthless as a wolf. He was the leader of these people from the Underground City, Thanos. He stared at Flying Rooster coldly and spoke indifferently. “We’re the guardians of the farm. No matter who you are, nobody is allowed to enter the farm. While you can still gasp, get out of here.”

Thanos stepped forward with his shoulder slumped. “Is this what you have been teaching the men in my absence?” he gave him a deadly. “I’m sorry,’ Thanos whispered. Lucas’s claw elongated. He raised it up and Thanos closed his eyes, awaiting his demise. “Stop!’ a voice yelled.

I reached the blanket and collapsed. "Dante," I whispered, reaching out to touch his face. He was cold. Not just "slum-winter" cold, but "Void-cold"—the kind of temperature that only exists in the spaces between stars. His skin was the color of marble, and his white-star tattoos had vanished completely, leaving behind smooth, unmarked flesh. He looked peaceful, which was the greatest insult of all. Dante Thorne was a warrior; he wasn't supposed to look peaceful. He was supposed to look like he was ready to bite the world's throat out.

"I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. and I hope she found some paradise." Startled, Jean turned around, his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw took his breath away. Standing before him was the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes upon. "Greetings, mortal being. I am Thanaros, the God of death." Jean's ideas about the God of Death are completely shattered when he comes face to face with a figure that defies his expectations. Instead of being scary, this deity is incredibly captivating with his pale skin, silver eyes, and dark hair. And to top it off, he is wearing a simple black robe that seems to glow on its own.

Ryan grinned and jokingly said to her, "Candice, I noticed you're quite like our manager. You seem to be needed for contract negotiations." Candice replied, "I could be your manager if needed." They arrived at the agreed location, and she was surprised to find that the person they were meeting was Zane, whom she had previously encountered at Aether Corporation. Zane remembered her and was quite surprised. "Ms. Renault, how come you're now with Mr. Baldwin?" Candice smiled and said, "Just challenging myself." Blue Artifact was planning to launch a new fun-themed series, leaning toward a childlike design combining ancient folklore characteristics and cartoon dolls.

So much intention. Jaden leaned on my shoulder. His eyes drooped, tired from the long day. I stroked his hair. “Do you want to see more of the decor?” Theron asked, holding the phone out. I nodded, and he swiped through more images. There was a photo of a wall designed to display artwork. Frames ready. Lighting positioned. A space waiting for paintings. “This is for your art,” Theron said. “For The Legendary V.” I stared at him.

The maids soon wore pitiful countenances as they headed out to work. They all did expect one who couldn't stop herself from gaping at Thane. Her co-workers tried to snap her out of her constant gawking, but she paid less attention to them. He's shirtless with the expertly drawn tattoo of a moon visible to every seeing eyes. Someone might find it strange for a tattoo of the moon to be drawn. But, Thane loves it. Maybe it's because of his immense obsession of the moon at such a tender age. Thane took notice of the unfocused maid. A frown played on his lips as he glared intimidatingly at her.

It didn't even take three seconds before Jun's exaggerated squeals and gasps filled the room. "Oh my gosh noo...no..no.. this man is not your step-father Nessa... no! This is literally the hottest man i have ever seen! This is exactly the kind of man i picture when I think about Oliviero!" Tarlia's Oliviero! My Oliviero! No! No! No! That is the man of my dreams and torrid fantasies. "So here's what I think," she finally stopped gushing and took the assemble of a high class corporate boss manning the boardroom, "I think Thanos is attracted you, he likes you Nessa, he must want you, that's why he got hard from touching your butt."