Amity Blight Fanart Novels & Stories

I had to smoothen Zaria's reputation and it didn't matter how I would do it because I promised that somehow, I would get it done. “Sister,” I said out loud. “I promise that I would restore your reputation even while you're dead. I'm going to do everything that I possibly can to make sure you live in the hearts of others as the best Beta. It doesn't matter what has happened to Arthur's son. I would do everything for you. To make sure you're not hated even while you're dead.” I said while dunking down more beers. Lightning struck against the sky again and as I looked downstairs through the window, I saw Arthur.

I see the signs and know I am in denial, but for now, I will stay here. I really do not want to deal with this today. I was supposed to be a cat shifter and be accepted as a full shifter into my clan. Now, my life is in limbo, and I never saw my mate in the Elder fire. An Amory can have a Luna, but there has never been a female Amory and a male Luna. I am scared if being Amory is the reason I never saw my mate. That crushes me more than being Amory at least if I had to be the vessel for Arcas I could have a partner. I knew it was a long shot, but, if possible, Cormac would have been my choice. Now, as Amory, I may have no one to complete my animals. Yes, with an S because the Amory has the s

Mark said hesitantly. "Cancel the meeting, Mark. I have to see this painting for myself," Damian replied coldly. "Everyone in New York is talking about Sheina Blake. They say her paintings can make someone feel as if their soul is being flayed. I want to see if she’s truly that good." Damian strode into the gallery. He ignored the whispers of the guests who recognized him as the arrogant billionaire from Manhattan. His footsteps led him straight to the main painting. He froze in front of the massive canvas. The red and black colors... somehow, they made it hard for him to breathe. It felt like looking at the scene of an accident. It felt like seeing... Clara’s death.

something darker was coming. That night, after Bruce left, Amy opened her private email.. an old account barely anyone used. One new message. No subject. No name. Just one line: "You’ re not safe. He’s planning something bigger.” Amy ’s skin chilled . Below the text, there was a blurry image attached. Security footage . A hallway . Liam talking to someone in a long coat. Their face wasn ’t visible, but something about the body language.. it was tense, like something was being traded . A deal.