Wonder Woman Fan Art Novels & Stories

Each panel told a story. Flame witches. Dozens of them. Battling monstrous creatures under a dying moon. The art was vivid—twisting beasts with mouths of fire and limbs like shadows. Some witches fell. Some triumphed. One woman stood at the center of it all. Her eyes were glowing white. Her hands burned with magic. She wore no crown but power radiated from her like a star. Beneath her image was a single word carved in an ancient script: Dreamkeeper. I stared at her. She looked just like… me.

"Not bad at all, disorderly yet methodical, bold use of colors with a strong sense of an artist named Wonder!" Upon hearing Lotus's praise, Charlotte's face immediately lit up with a smile. "I'm glad you like it, ma'am." Wonder is the pseudonym of an artist. Seven years ago, a small-scale exhibition showcasing emerging global artists was held in China. Ms. Wang happened upon this relatively unknown private art show and was captivated by a uniquely stylized painting. On the artist information label below, there was only one name: Wonder. Without hesitation, Ms. Wang purchased the artwork. She promptly sought out the person in charge of the exhibition, expressing her desire to meet this wonder

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

“You’ll do it if you want to win the election.” “Whatever happened to girl power? Why can’t I pose as Greta Thunberg or… or… I don’t know, Angel Locsin?” (Angel Locsin is the Philippine Gal Gadot who played the role of the Philippine Wonder Woman.) “Look, girl. Don’t overthink it. Just think of the election like… like… prom! What would people say if a girl came by herself?” Kate falls quiet. “Okay, you know what? Scratch that,” Lor says. “Just tell me what the enemy camp is doing right now. What’s Maricar’s strategy?”

In some places, continuous lines created distinct features and the areas where her hand had smudged the outline generated a smoky grey, providing the art with a unique depth that she would never be able to replicate. There she stood in all of her glory: the woman. Her face was more distinct than Waverly had seen in the photo and in-person and her jawline protruded from her neck, making her appear more of a sculpture. However, in spite of her sturdy structure, smaller features were softer, such as her nose and eyes, which pinched at the end and seemed almost cat-like. Flowing down her body from her head was long strands of wavy hair and instead of legs, her slim figure faded into a scale-fill

Did they go ‘poof’ and disappear into thin air? A goofy smile came and she giggled again. She felt the man easing her back onto the bed and felt his breath fanning her face as he lowered her down. Oh, his sweet hot breath. Her hands instinctively looped around his neck, drawing him near. “Where you goin’?” she giggled again. The man tried to pry her hands away but strength had found its way back into her arms. Oh yeah, she was a strong as Wonder Woman now. All she needed was her lasso and she would whip Daniel Winters into submission. Maybe she would get him to strip for her too. That would be deliciously sinful. She giggled a little more before a strangled sob bubbled in her throat. Boy, sh

The day was cool, winter was approaching, some passers-by were already using thin coats to protect themselves from the cold winds, a family composed by three people was standing in front of an old architecture building, its walls had a light yellow tone with brown details to hire in a harmonic way with the huge wooden door that allowed the access to the place, beside the wooden door two big size suitcases were placed and then the family united in an embrace that showed a great sorrow, The embrace was composed of a couple clearly around fifty years old, a great sign of this were the few white hairs that both had in their equally brown hair, hair that contrasted completely with the young woman

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.

Suddenly, a large screen lifted in front of the room and gasps filled the space as the large, human-like art works were displayed to the public. The pictures were all of women. Beautiful women in all shades, performing all activities. One of it caught my eye and using my phone, I scanned the event brochure to bring the art work onto my phone. The woman's eyes were the same color as mine and she was dressed like a cop, though the tag under her read that she was a bodyguard. “Am I crazy, or does this woman look like me?” I turned to face Xander and handed him the phone. Xander looked between the art work and me, then nodded. My throat closed as he agreed with me. “A little older but yes.”

She says slowly. I froze, not knowing what to say. My words choked in my throat making my breath grow heavier. It hurts me to see that part of her. Is she even the same Hanna I know? It is strange how a couple seconds can lead you to a whole, new image of someone. I used to think of Hanna as a perfect embodiment of ultimate women in the New Eden; voiceless, always smiling, never angry to her man, has a banging hot body, and very accommodating fuck doll, --Everything a man could ever wanted.