Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

I said, adjusting the strap of my bag. “It is if I didn’t consent to it.” she said, yawning dramatically while rubbing her eyes. “You signed up for this workshop.” “I signed up for art,” she corrected. “Not… physical suffering.” I shook my head in amusement and looked ahead. The path curved upward, uneven and narrow, lined with scattered stones and thick bush. Beyond it, the slope rose gradually into something that looked less like a “walk” and more like a decision I wasn’t entirely sure I agreed with.

Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said. I'd still left an anonymous note describing what I had walked in on in the bathroom, but then I found out later that same day that I'd been too late—he was already gone. And those boys? They were only expelled, and that was only because one of them confessed. But, what kind of justice is that? And since when does rape not warrant jail time? Amaris lays down next to the creek in her wolf form, resting her head on her paws, her ears twitching this way and that, likely listening out for any kind of a threat that could be lurking within the coverage the dense forest supplies.

She snarled closer to Amelia’s face, blood dripping from her canines, and then she was pouncing on Amelia’s already torn body. Blaine, one of her best friends and a gamma warrior, ran towards her, growling, snapping. No… Amelia wanted to scream. She didn’t want to lose any more of her friends. Amelia closed her eyes as pain ripped through her body. "If you are seeing now, Moon Goddess, and has a sliver of pity in your cold, cold heart for me, you should help me. I can't die like this. I need to avenge my family and..."

Above, the blue sky is hidden by plumes of smoke. Coughing, I begin to search until my eyes come to rest on Amya, who is slowly standing up and brushing dirt off her bare skin. "These ass holes have done a number," she growled, taking in the wall of creatures that stood a few feet away. "But they’ve fucked with the wrong one." Letting out a snarl, she surged forward, ready to attack. "You aren’t having all the fun without me!" Remembering that I could have anything I wanted here, I manifested five daggers. that sat between my knuckles.

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

Amy had a dreamy look as she stood close to Abbey looking at the little angel who was concentrating on pacifying her godmother with an attentive look. “Chee! Woman, sure are trouble…” Night Blade sneered unable to watch Emm getting distressed watching Abbey cry. He was also feeling unbalanced with Abbey getting all of his little treasure’s attention; ever since Abbey came, little treasure seemed to have forgotten this uncle. “Crying like a baby…. wanting to snatch all of my little treasure’s attention…Chee!” “Who are you calling trouble?” Amy turned to stare at Night Blade although her knees were shaking uncontrollably. She fisted her arms as she steadied herself and maintained her fierce gl

Blue did little more than stare at her own reflection in the empty plate in front of her. Only when Anya re-emerged with a teacup of coffee—sans milk—and Marian took the very same seat at the end of the table did she finally look up. This time, the woman wore a plum-colored dress, far more modest on the chest, her hair secured in a neat bun. And as Blue glanced towards the woman, she couldn’t help but feel she was staring straight into a mirror, gazing upon the horrid, twisted future she faced. She stared straight back into her plate.

Blaise's hands rested not possessively but, on her shoulders— a silent but forceful attempt to push her away. Another picture drew my attention. Amanda, scantily clad, positioned atop Blaise in a compromising embrace. But as I magnified the image, details emerged from the blur. Despite the blurry image upon zooming, I detected Blaise's eyes were shut, his hand limply draped over her. Amanda, the embodiment of treachery, seemed willing to stoop to any depth to assert her evilness.

I asked, horrified at the way they described my relationship with Devin. Amy was painted as this lycan seductress and me, this helpless, foolish woman who just rolled over for him. "It gets worse," Eason said, grimacing as he changed the screen and navigated to another page. This one was even more chilling. It bore the unmistakable mark of the Anti-Lycan Terrorist Group known as the Blood Moon, notorious for their attacks on lycans within werewolf territories.