Amber Fanart Novels & Stories

He coughed. "You look so pathetic, when you lit the fire to burn my parents you didn't have any mercy on my parents right? Did you have pity on them when they begged you to stop, huh!" He begs for mercy—he dares ask for mercy? "Greet the devil for me, tell them that Amphitrite said hi." I stabbed him on the chest with full force and he howled loudly. Blood splattered on the bed sheets. My hands. My face. I didn't feel any remorse killing him, he deserved it anyways. With his blood on my hands I wrote 'I'M COMING FOR THE FOUR OF YOU. BE READY FOR THE DARK ANGEL!' I know that they will probably find his body in the morning or in few days time.

Falcone gave AMber cold eyes and Amber nodded. “Amber! My family is my only priority. Kill and destroy anyone who tried to look in this way. Don’t care who they are and who they belong to.” Falcone lit the Cigar and closed his eyes. He smiled and started to scatch some thing on his book. He was in his design room where only AMber is allowed. He designed something and looked at it briefly “Baby you are merciless but beautiful. I am dying to see you complete trust me you got the high price in the market.” Falcone put the print in the locker and added the password . He locked his room and went out.

He said desperately and I followed, tearing away the seal, his expression told me it’s going to be something breath-taking and he placed his hand on his chest. “To, Dawn Amber Eldorado,” I read, my breath stuck, it must be Kai’s doing. A smile threatened to burst forth from my lips, knowing he was thoughtful enough to retain my mother’s name. “Team Animaniac, congratulates you for being the number 1 artist on Weekly Charts of New York times for two months,” my eyes wide, “and would like to give you an offer to work on an upcoming Anime, ‘The ‘Ed series’, we’d love to work with a talented artist like you and are awaiting your response eagerly.

turned around and went back to the front door to lock it. After he made sure that their home was secure he continued to run after his sister until he was right by her side. He looked ahead of them. In the not so far of distance he could see the line where trim country grass from the Farmers Open Fields met with wilderness. Such a difference between the two pieces of land. Almost like different worlds. There was a flimsy wooden gate between the farmland and Forest that seemed to be holding the later back from oozing into their village. They had entered the forest quite a few times before and they always entered in the same place right there. Where country meets wilderness at the flimsy gate.

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

Blood Lite. Arthur choked, spraying coffee all over his steering wheel before he managed to swallow. Sheesh, demon diet food? He grabbed an old napkin to wipe up the mess. Next was the vampire celebrity talk show, starring Amanda Armani. He eyed the hostess's chest. Those had to be implants. His attention was diverted when a photo flashed on the screen next to Amanda 's head. A photo of Baal.

he said. Samson stepped into the dark street and entered the lobby. The lobby attendant announced him on the phone. Samson waited patiently, settling in for at least a ten-minute wait. He knew what women were like. Certainly the few vamp ladies he’d dated way back had always left him waiting, as if it were an unwritten rule never to be ready on time. Human women surely were no different. The lobby was adorned with a large mural, and he was admiring the artwork when he heard his name.

Alpha Aren "3 years", I grunted, staring at the girl huffing harder to gain her senses back. She was none other than the Alpha Fiama, who made me crave everything I wanted for three fucking years. "3 damn years, Fiama", I was too close to her face that I could sense her heavy breaths, fanning my skin. I felt the urge, the heat, the passion to take on her since I had never accepted her fucking rejection. She still affected me and my wolf was howling louder to consume her completely tonight.

It seemed that Grayson wasn’t the only nerd in the penthouse. But Amber’s personal favorite was the poster of the woman holding the drag racing flags. She was wearing a skimpy thong bikini and had a nice ass. The poster was hidden and could only be viewed when the closet door was pulled opened. It still made her laugh that the twenty-four-year old felt the need to hide it like he was actually a twelve-year-old.

I said, not even the slightest worry smiting my mind. "I'm just worried. She would have called. I know Rubs" She whispered. "Maybe we could go check on her, if it makes you feel any better" Amelia piped in with a glass of wine in her hands. "Yeah?" I hesitantly replied as i stood. "Now who's going to take down these banners. It's already late and I doubt if there could still be a party" I said, grabbing my keys from the table surface. "I will" Amelia immediately offered with a smile that barely passed her lips.