Twisted Wonderland Fan Art Novels & Stories

The figure slowly turned his head shielded with its wings towards them. They could see the weird arrays drawn on its skull and the hideous razor sharp long horns protruding from its skull. The figure lowered it's wings as its eyes remained close. They wanted to move but they felt terrified when they couldn't move their bodies or even close their eyes. Just when they were about to have eye contact with the mysterious figure, a blinding light enveloped them and they found themselves infront of a forked road. "What just happened guys?" Wanda asked in confusion.

The deserted street stretched out before her like a private walk, leading her deeper into the night, gazing up at the bright, beautiful night sky, her mind drifted to the last statement Sebastian made about her, and she felt a strange pain lingering in her heart As she realized she was about a few meters from the art gallery she decided to go back before her driver got there, She stood still as her phone buzzed with an unknown number. She opens the message, her face a mixture of fear and confusion as she glances down at a photo of herself taken just now, she reads the caption that came along with the message “You look gorgeous, Elle”. she gazed at the screen in disbelief as she looked up sea

Claire decided to bring her attention back to Ryan and saw he was smiling sheepishly at one of the paintings which was the oldest of them. “It's a great sight, isn't it?” Ryan asked. “Yes, I guess it is,” Claire replied. “There are so many faces and the style of painting is renovated with each painting since there are a lot of years in between. It's quite funny how there is always a price to be paid for a lot of good, isn't it!” Ryan asked, coughing slightly. Claire opened her mouth to reply but could not when the coughing continued. Claire remained still in hopes that the coughing would seize but she was wrong.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

“Inside.” They brought us into the camp. Kids were peeking at us from windows and doorways—most looked really young, like ten at most. Some had scars, others in clothes that didn’t match, limbs too thin from hiding for what felt like forever. But their eyes… those eyes had seen it all. The center of the camp was this big circular tent. And inside… There he was, with his back to me, drawing on the wall with some charcoal, deep in thought. Taller than I remembered from pictures. He hunched over like he was always ready for something.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the room I now found myself in, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. What fairytale title could I possibly give this whole experience? The funny thing is it still does not feel like it is over. In fact, it feels like I am stuck in the middle of it and it is far from ending.

But on the wall, behind a sheer curtain, was a painting—half-covered, half-faded. I walked to it, slowly pulling the fabric aside. It was Olivia. Painted in oil, soft strokes capturing her smile. The title beneath it? “My Light in the Darkness – V.C.” I turned to Dominic, breath stolen. “You loved her,” I whispered. “He really loved her.” But before he could respond, Liam’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Guys. You need to see this.” We followed him to a hidden alcove behind the bookshelf. Liam had pulled it open to reveal a spiral staircase.

"Good boy! Fetch!" Ares was standing beside the fountain as his eyes seriously followed every woman's movement wearing a matcha color sundress that matches the color of freshly trimmed grass and flat gladiator sandals with gold laces ties. The soft bristle of the wind was brushing her long ponytailed hair, curled in the ends, and sometimes, it went to her face when she playfully ran and turned her body modesty while chasing the lion and the dog.

smoothie," the dark-skinned said. Elena came back with what they ordered. Elena kept admiring and in love with their accents. "I guess the dark-skinned is London-based. Elena was at the corner of the counter when she overheard them talk about the art on the wall and how beautiful it looked. After some minutes, Elena came back to clear their table. "I'm sorry but this art on the wall is beautiful, do you know who photograph this?" The white girl asked. "I did" Elena replied as she gave in a broad smile. They were both impressed to know Elena was good at photography. "But what are you doing here if you're so good at photography?" The dark girl asked curiously. Elena was quiet. "Okay there's a

Franc pushed the door wide, revealing the hidden treasure within. Inside was a mural, a masterpiece that spanned from floor to ceiling, spiraling and layered, a testament to their shared journey. It was not neat, but it was breathtaking, each section a fragment of their collective experiences. – The sunflower, blooming defiantly from a crack in the wall, symbolized resilience and hope. – A fan spun gently over curled poems labeled “Unsent,” capturing the words left unspoken, the emotions bottled up. – A figure stood on crooked steps, roots growing from each foot, representing the struggle to find one’s place in the world.