Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

"I didn't even get to talk to him today. The bitch totally stole my spotlight." "Bitch? Who?" Amity asked. "The healer," I told her. "The new one Neal brought. You should have seen them. Something about the way she looked at him. I can't just wipe it out of my mind." "Oh, I heard about her. She is really good. A natural talent." I raised an eyebrow at Amity. "You seem to be praising her a bit too much. You like her or something?" "Of course not, Mistress," Amity replied. The words sounded calculated. "Your enemies are my enemies. I merely stated the rumours that have spread across the palace. The Lycan servants believe she might be the one to heal Dimitri of the Galdina inherited disease."

Gray followed Sherry's hand and saw her, Ammit blushed when he looked at him, but didn't forget to say hello - Gray-sama, how are you? - YES. Gray nodded once, he recognized her. She is a close friend of his cousin Ella. - Gray, she scolded me. Sherry saw that the situation was not right and added fuel to the fire. - I scold you? Did she aim? Ammit did not weakly refute her words, but seeing her clinging to him and not letting go, Ammit felt a little uncomfortable. Gray saw Ammit's uncomfortable expression, so he pushed Sherry away and went to her side and asked

-Attack! Amy didn't expect that this woman, who didn't even know her, would attack her at the first look, after all she didn't even know that Amy was the future Guardian. But when Amy looked into her eyes, the aura she saw crossing her body was so dense and dark that not even the sun itself could pass through it, and now she understood when they said that shamans were evil in its raw form.

I felt it rising in my chest, the rage, the specific kind that burns clean and cold at the same time. "I will scar you. I want to be very clear about that. I will mark your face in a way that no healer touches and no glamour covers, and you will not die from it because dying would be too fast. You will just have to look at it every morning for the rest of your life and remember why it's there." Amy's composure flickered. Just once. "I didn't come here for you anyway," she said, recovering. "I came to see Liam. Call him out."

Amy beamed at me, she sat next to me with her hand moving across the surface of the table, seemingly holding a pencil as she talked to me. "Hi Amy, what are you doing?" I asked her, curiously looking at what ever she was doing, her aura purple with concentration and going into a yellow around her. "I'm drawing a picture of my family," she informed me, not even looking up at me, which in some wolves eyes, a sign of disrespect, but I adored Amy, so that didn't really matter. She was a gem. Amelia had described her sister to have long brown hair, bright blue eyes like hers and a thin stature, only because she wouldn't eat her greens. In Amelia's eyes, she was a beautiful young girl who wanted t

A crowd of people… No, witches, surrounding her. This is current Amy. I grab her hand and tighten my grasp, as we watch the other Amy walk closer to the moon, then turn back towards us. Her body is splashed with blood and a creepy smile gracing her face as she looks back at the carnage she’s caused, then to her followers. A sob leaves Amy when we see Liam walking closer to her, and she falls to her knees, and I follow her, staying by her side. The creepy smile on vision Amy only widens at the sound of Liam’s voice. “Amy. Please. Amy. I know you’re in there.” He rasps, clearly tired from the battle he’s fought.

Durga blushed at his reply. "Let's go!" He walked inside and they looked at him in awe. "He is so charming, Durga... I am literally jealous." Aditi huffed. "Does he have a brother?" "They are mafias, you shouldn't dream about them!" Tanisha warned. Aditi cleared her throat. "Yeah, right!.. My bad, I am not going to fall for red flags anymore" They shook heads at her silliness. "So pastel is final, right?" Tanisha asked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

"I am standing here offering to cover your debt. The video link only records the absolute truth. How can the Moonscribes call it slander when it is a factual chronicle?" "You... you foul, spotted beast!" Amy screams, her voice cracking with pure hysteria. She rips her own bloodline card out of her pouch and slams it onto the server's payment tray with trembling claws. "I will pay for it myself! Who needs the charity of a mutated moonborn! Your freckled face is enough to make my wolf vomit up its lineage anyway!"

“No, I do not. “Alright guys, that should be all for now. Everyone can go back to their duty post. I went back to my painting board, but my heart was not at rest; it was troubled, and I was restless. Aside from worrying about Bryan, I felt uneasy; I wasn't my usual self that day, and the music playing in the background made it worse. I almost cried listening to “May It Be” by Enya. It brought back memories of everything bad I've gone through in life and I had to rush to the bathroom to clean up the tears that gathered in my eyes. I came back to my seat and put up a fake smile when my colleagues looked at me. I was painting with the brush Bryan got for me. I was focused and someone came to st