Yuri Fanarts Novels & Stories

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.

And the best ones are always the BL girlies. They post fanart. Edits. Soft-core music videos of us with K-drama OSTs in the background. Sometimes Lucian sees them and mutters, “I don’t know whether to sue them or hire them.” And then proceeds to scroll through all of it anyway. He pretends to hate the attention, but I know he secretly loves being the villain in our love story. Because that’s what we are. Villain and chaos. Cold and color. Blood and brushstroke.

"If it isn't Willow Creek's resident mute mascot huddled away from the normal folk like a frightened little dormouse." Lila's throat tightened as Yuria pushed herself upright with sinuous, feline grace. She moved closer with a predatory step, making the smaller girl want to shrink against the wall and escape into its porous embrace. "I've gotta hand it to the attic-dwellers in charge for actually accommodating your...affliction," Yuria scoffed, sweeping one dismissive hand towards the studio's disorganized array of art tools and canvases. "I guess forced compassion is the only way freaks like you get to experience an iota of what the rest of us are gifted with from birth."

"Oy." They flinched, Mijo who's trying to sleep on Era's thigh stood up, shocked. Even Flute who knew someone sat beside him, nearly jumped hearing Yuri's deep voice. They all turned their heads to what it seemed like a paint melting where Yuri slowly showed up. Ah, Yuri and her ability to copy colors and patterns. "I just remembered. Under Ela's bed..." she stopped and looked at each of them seriously. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery."

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

"And is Yuri a vampire as well?" Colin stepped toward her, moving his hands to her chin, and looked in her eyes. "There are Weres and yes some are wolves, some are big cats, bears, and even a dragon still exists. There are Druids and fae as well. And Yuri is my child. I created him 2729 years ago. He has been leapfrogging through time with me." Aria nodded. "Okay, I cannot wait to explore the real world with you. As I told you earlier, there is nothing you can not tell me. I love everything about you. Even your child, though, is still on my naughty list."

One last growl and violent shake, Yuri spilled right inside the girl. I maintained the same vague expression. “Good girl,” he groaned, then chuckled, dragging a hand across his mouth before wiping it against the side of his pants. His fingers knotted briefly in her hair before he shoved her aside like a fucking rag doll. She didn’t stay there long either, resetting, like nothing had happened. “Right,” Yuri breathed, pulling up his pants. “I see you haven’t found a way to entertain yourself yet, Dominic.” His eyes settled on the felt. A smile pulled at his mouth when he realized the odds were against me.

Yuri was slowly climbing up the tall platform, escorted by several soldiers. The iron chains dragged on the ground, making sounds as she moved. Yuri appeared indifferent and did not feel worried in the slightest even though she was captured. As a fairy born in the Illusion Virtual World, she was not only kind-hearted but also had a tough personality. However, she was not afraid of death at all. More importantly, she believed that if Darryl were on the same continent as her, he would make an effort to save her when he got the news.