Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

he said, eyes fixed on Amelia’s neck where branded with Darren’s mark. Amelia noticed his bare gaze. She covered it with her hand subconsciously, then replied, “Yes, I did. Got a little tattoo yesterday,” she explained. Adam’s voice was plain, “Looks like a bite to me. You’d better watch yourself. There are lots of filthy animals in the woods. I don’t want you to be tainted by any of them.” That was an unpleasant expression. Amelia frowned, “What does that supposed to mean?” she put the coffee on the counter.

For the sake of Ethereal Lumin Hold's treasure, they betrayed the righteous path and colluded with Mystic Vale, working together to destroy Ethereal Lumin Hold. This blood debt had been etched into her bones since her rebirth, never forgotten day or night. Her gaze slowly shifted to the other two: one was blond and blue-eyed, holding a cross and a red book, his face full of holy fanaticism; the other wore a warrior's robe, holding a folding fan painted with a blood-red full moon, his eyes sinister and sharp. "A Magic Arts Adept from Mexico... a Missionary from Canada..." Amelia's gaze grew even colder.

Right now, as she sits there half asleep, she looks ready to fall over, every one of her years etched upon her face. “Amity,” I read aloud as I look at the map. That’s the name of the fabled rogue town that is so hard to reach that the raids avoid it. The rumor is that it is a safe place for hybrids and other kids who just don’t fit anywhere else. When I suggested to Apple that if anything were to happen, she should meet me in the cave, and then together we’d disappear, this is the city I was hoping to find. I guess it wasn’t an urban legend after all.

But she doesn’t have any right to give me that look. I turn to Tudor as I take the last available seat at the table. The Banat pack alpha has long had a grudge against me. Maybe he wants my job, or there's something else going on. I've never been interested in him or his motivations. “I’m glad to see that all of you made it to the summit.” I nod toward each of them. “It was on short notice, but I understand the need for this gathering. To keep things short, I’ll go straight to the point. The things you heard about are true. I’ve taken a strigoi as my mate.” The silence in the room makes my skin crawl. “The Strigoi Council has already given me their approval to mate with her, so this shouldn'

I murmur, leaning back against the pillows. Amelia is simple, loyal to a fault, and utterly infatuated with her crippled Alpha. It is written all over her scent. "Would you like something to pass the time, Ms. Nightbane?" she asks, adjusting the blanket. "A historical scroll, or perhaps a romance saga?" "Actually, do you have a charcoal pencil and some thick parchment?" Amelia blinks in surprise. "Are you an artist?" "I design the team uniforms and protective gear for the professional leagues," I explain, a small smirk playing on my lips. "I need to keep my hands busy, or my wolf will go stir-crazy."

"I'm claiming my rightful mate. Do you have objections to voice before the pack council?" Carrick struggled to process what was happening. "Who exactly is your mate?" Alex's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Has your vision also failed you? Who stands before you if not my chosen Luna?" "If you require vision restoration, I can recommend the Northern shamans who treated me successfully." I embraced Alex's strength and nodded toward Carrick. "As you accurately deduced, I'm participating in a mating ceremony today—with Alpha Alex of Silver Crest." "No!" Carrick's voice wavered as he forced out the denial.

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. Caption: THANK YOU PLANT GIRL WE SALUTE YOU “This,” I said flatly, “is my worst nightmare.” Sienna’s eyes narrowed. “So it is you.” “It’s not,” I insisted, because at this point I was in too deep to crawl out without consequences. Sienna opened her mouth to argue, but Blaire Maddox appeared like she’d been summoned by the word “nightmare.” She strolled up with her phone in her hand and the expression of someone who had found a new hobby: ruining peace.

The third attendant dipped the brush into the molten ashes and looked at us both as if they were trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, when she was done, she began to draw on the right side of Ayame's right wrist. The brand was no bigger than two inches tall, one inch wide. She drew a simple, elegant crescent moon, a three-tongued flame between its points and a dainty little diamond in the middle of the flames. It was so small and yet held so much power, so much weight.

She paused next to the dried wolfsbane before grabbing it as well. Amerie paid and thanked Blaze, then was about to walk out with an armful of bags when Blaze giggled and stopped her. “Let me help you carry things to your car. I might cry if you drop the bag with the crystals.” Amerie laughed and let Blaze take a couple of the bags. The two continued chatting about Amerie’s move out here as they walked to her car. Blaze also told Amerie that she lived in an apartment near the edge of town with her older sister. She joked about how opposite her sister was from her, yet the two were best friends. As they put the bags in the trunk of Amerie’s car, Blaze told her about the two bars in town that