Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

I smiled at him, took care of my things, and went out of his car. He didn't answer me, drove fast, and in a split second, I couldn't see his beautiful car, but I paused before I could enter the house. "What exactly do you want from me? Why are—-you being so nice to me?" I asked with no idea. ---- The Amity Society is an organization led by Terrance Ryle Borja. A hidden organization where they do a favor for those millionaires who wanted help with what they need. On a building that seems to be a bar.

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.

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."

It was hard for Amelia to see clearly because of the rain. If not for the fact that their colours were opposite, she wouldn’t be able to see anything. “Arthur!” she yelled when she saw the black lycan dig his claws into the white lycan’s back. The white lycan turned and swerved his claws. Amelia’s breathing got heavy when she saw the blood on Arthur’s back. She closed her eyes and when she opened it, it was as white as snow. White thread began to emerge from nowhere and she sent them to the black lycan.

"Seeing how much access you'll permit." "None," Amity said firmly as she unlocked the door. "Absolutely none." Her dressing room was spacious and elegant, with the Crystal Voice already set up on its stand near the window. Fresh flowers filled a vase on the dressing table, not from the venue management, Jake noted, but from Liam and David, according to the card. "Are you okay?" Jake asked once they were alone. Amity nodded, setting down her bag. "Better than okay, actually. Seeing him just confirmed what I already knew, whatever I once felt is completely gone."

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Damen’s daughter’s husband said. Zahir looked behind him, finding himself surrounded by knights. Amor Blaze. I didn’t like that man. He matched Damen’s strength. Although Damen clearly held back when he was fighting against him. I tried to control him wholly, but even after dying, I could completely control Damen. But it wasn’t Amor’s strength that made me dislike him — it was his soul print — Amor Blaze’s soul print was brighter than normal souls. Much brighter, as if he was carved out of pure light with no mix of darkness at all. Such souls had no place in my dark utopia.