Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

Daphne. Whatever 'Amity Sb-3s' was Salvador was not happy that others knew about it and the blueprint. “How will I own such a gem?” He asked. His expression gave off nothing more than a calm cold bearing. “Amity was a weapon you secretly developed with the help of the Maldives government against its foes. It went missing in the later years and it has been sought by the allied nations until now.” Blade spoke fearlessly and I wondered if Salvador was affected by the conversation. I noticed his hands had formed fists and I rested my palm on one of them, I wouldn't want him to do something crazy and endanger both our lives.

"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!"

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..."

Maybe finishing this painting will purge her from my system. Knock, knock, knock. “Give it up, Flav.” I grab a paintbrush, pour some paint, and start working, but the knocking persists. Annoyed, I set my tools down, storm to the door, and yank it open. “I already said no, Flav—” I freeze, face-to-face with the image haunting my dreams and studio: Ami. We stare at each other, both stunned. Her face is unchanged—same nose, same beauty, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. But there’s something different: a bump, visible only when she shifts and her loose dress moves. My heart races a million beats per second as emotions flood me. Why is she here?

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 snorted before muttering “You will probably die single…there is no saving you.” “Look who’s talking…” Night Blade made an excessively patronizing grin as he continued “The beauty from the west who has suitors lining up from A to Z.” Amy rolled her eyes as she left the idiot to find her little angel ‘Some idiots…. There was no saving….’ Luckily for her, just blinking her eyes seem to have multiplied her luck…instead of one angel, there were now two adorable angels. ‘Why would she waste time arguing with a delinquent?’

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.