Uncle Iroh Art Novels & Stories

he stuttered, a slight sweat gleaming along his brow as he attempted to lie to Arte. The girl sighed, "Father, you mustn't let Uncle Ambrose bully you just because he's older. If he bullies you again, fight back!" Arte encouraged. Diana smirked at her deflated-looking husband while the man named Ambrose adjusted his collar. "Arte, don't say such things. I love my baby brother, I just love my niece more," he whined. Helios cleared his throat, arms folded across his chest. His own Uncle hadn't even realised he was here!

Ignoring him, I found my Uncle was also watching her as she scrambled about grabbing her book and other things, before scurrying off into the house. I knew what went through his mind at that moment. Iris's body had a way of making the average male mind wander and I'll be damned if I let him do such to her. I cleared my throat bringing my uncle's attention to me. He smiled, moving to pour himself a glass of scotch. “Can't blame the hunter for staring at his prey.” He laughed in Sicillian but I stayed unamused. He noticed my demeanor and his smile faded. “What's wrong, Nephew?”

Aside from Ronald's potent scent, Caroline's was only faint, a sign that it's been a long time she had been in. It wasn't hard to locate Ronald, seeing him in the kitchen, having a duel with flipping a pancake. "You're back," He groaned with difficulty, his eyes on the pancake on the pan which was starting to get burnt. Staring at him was like taking in a new breath of fresh air. I leaned on the door, stood at the entrance and watched him struggle. "Hmm, I'm back Uncleeee." Drawing out the last word was well intended and I smirked as his hand paused in the air, failing to catch the pancake he had just flipped and making a mess of the pan.

Once I was done answering his question, I turned around. My eyes went towards the wall on the right hand side of the hall of throne. I didn't take off Uncle Adrian's painting. I was against everything he did to Eve. I could never say that I liked to call him my own Uncle. But he was the creator of that territory. And his painting belonged in the hall of throne. I looked in the red eyes of the painting. The painters painted that picture of Uncle Adrian after he had found Eve. The picture of that man and the man I remembered as my uncle were two different kinds of creatures. One was full of love. While the other one was a monster. Sometimes, greed for anything can destroy everything. That was

In a short while two months had passed, and Iro arrived at the island using the tunnel exclusively built for his people. Iko was the first to run into his arms, while Ivi was just standing under a tree, staring at the endless illusion made by the dome. Slowly making his way to them, holding the air of a real enigma. He's unrecognizable from his first arrival on the island. "Brother, are you sure that the Lark guy can put Grandfather where he belongs? Can I lend some work to avenge Mother?" Iro smirks after hearing his brother's rant, puts him down, ruffles his hair, and kisses the forehead of their mother. His heart swells at how good-looking his mother wearing a white khaki combination suit

“Iori! Look at you back at being the true first daughter of our household! This sigh brings tears to my eyes!” He uncle said loudly as he patted her shoulders laughing out loud as if there wasn’t enough noise and the atmosphere needed him to liven it up. In reality, it did need him to liven things up. Iori couldn’t think of family meals without her great uncle’s booming laughter shaking them up every now and then, “Uncle, I don’t think it’s seeing me that’s bringing you to tear, it think it’s the alcohol” Iori commented with a wry smile, “What are you doing drinking this early in the morning?” She asked him and he grumbled under his breath.

Gary kept watching her as she opened her mouth slightly and made Riri come to her senses as she directly gazing her uncle quickly "Why are you brooding like this Uncle, is there a problem at the company?" Riri pouted seriously before putting a scoop of ice cream into her mouth. Gary's gaping when caught lost in thought by his niece then he shook his head with a warm smile….

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”

"Please don't leave again." "I won't," Uncle Troy promised. "I promise, buddy. I'm staying right here." I watched them hug, feeling something warm in my chest. Uncle Troy had come back too. Just like Mama had come back. Maybe... maybe that's what family meant. People who came back, even when they left. Uncle Rhodes looked over at me and smiled. "Morning, Ollie. Those are beautiful paintings." "Thank you," I said quietly. "I'm painting dinosaurs now."

It’d be nice if things were always like this. But I don’t have much control over that. I only see Maddie nod to the letter. “Pray to tell what’s this week's piece?” Ah, yes. I realize with a smile. I turn the page over to show her. I make to translate the contents as though Nicoli’s writing has improved. Is his artwork…more abstract in style? “Brother has drawn (mostly) a bear dancing. He (this brown figure here) and I (the purple figure here) are cooking popcorn.” I lift the page to point to it.