Amity Fanart Novels & Stories

“You don’t know anything about her. She is my destined mate, and it’s my duty to protect her. If you don’t have anything to say about how to go about taking down Blackrise, you can go back to your room and rest. You won’t be part of the ambush, anyway.” He reaches for his crutches and pushes to his feet. “Destined mates screw each other over all the time. Not to mention she is not a werewolf, so you cannot be sure about her loyalty.” “She is my friend! I know her–” “Do you?” He hobbles closer to me. “She was ten the last time you saw her. It’s been thirteen years! She is not the same person you knew back then. I’d say you also don’t know anything about her.”

The screen shook as Blair angled it away, and then Amy’s face appeared, all sunshine and missing teeth. "Look!" she squealed. "I made Dante a hat!" She held up a crown-shaped thing made from paper, colored with crayons. There was a crude drawing of a Dinosaur on one side and glitter glue on the tips. "Oh my God," I said, grinning. "That’s the best hat I’ve ever seen." "You like it?" "I love it. Dante’s gonna look very pretty in it." Amy beamed. "Don’t forget the tea party!" "I didn’t forget," I said quickly. "I’ll be there this weekend. And I’m wearing my best Barbie dress."

I replied, brushing off the dirt off my clothes. Alex's expression softened. "It is. But understand that it isn’t solely your burden to bear alone. We’re here to support you at all times." His words, though simple, carried the weight of truth. The pack's unity was our greatest strength, and I was beginning to feel that bond deeply. --- The hours passed by quickly, and the night’s hue darkened deeper. I sat by the fire, catching my breath from the spar. Maya approached me, her presence as gentle as usual. She gave me a cup containing herbal medicine, the steam rising in the cool wind.

They had golden symbols written over their bodies and flowers in their hair. Liam couldn’t peel his eyes off his adorable mate, and he released low growls whenever another female got too close which made painting symbols on him difficult because witches were scared of him. "Are you alright?", Amelia asked when they were finally alone in the room. He was quick to walk to her and pull her into his embrace. "I am now." Amelia liked the fact that Liam disapproved of her sisters being close to him, but... "Will you be so hostile toward everyone?"

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.

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.

But he loved Amity to the core. The old friends talk a little more before exiting the restroom and went to their table. “I thought you both left me and went off somewhere,” Amity said pouting. She was standing at their table edge with her hands on hips. Liam laughed, “Oh, princess. I am not interested in running away with your father. But I have to take my leave now.” “Already? Stay for an outing, Liam,” Emily said.

she replied, her voice soft with affection as she gazed at the image of Liam. The next slide showed a photograph of the three of us, captured in a moment of pure joy at the amusement park. “Now, look at that. Don’t we make quite the trio?” “We do,” Amy agreed, her eyes shining with emotion as she looked at me. As I moved closer, her warmth pulled me in, and I went to the next slide. “Beneath the tough exterior lies a heart of glass, brimming with compassion, kindness, and an unyielding affection for those I hold dear. Life with me is like a rollercoaster–sometimes terrifying, often exhilarating, but never boring! I’ll always strive to make you smile and feel like the luckiest person in the w

The kind of place where even the hand soap probably had a designer label. Amy had just finished her tests. She was now sitting quietly in the luxurious waiting room, legs swinging from the oversized chair, coloring the latest masterpiece she had drawn, once again an elaborate scene with a wolf, a castle, and three stick figures holding hands. I didn’t need to guess who the three figures were. “I’ll go to the washroom,” I said, brushing my hand over Amy’s curls. “Amy, do you need to pee?” She shook her head without looking up.

"It's okay, Matron. They're so adorable." "And you're awesome, brother!" one of the boys shouted with a big grin. The kids behavior made everybody laugh. "Well, I'm sure everyone wants to talk to the brothers. How about we start the picnic so everyone can get comfortable?" Matron Theresa clapped her hands. The kids cheered and started dragging the participants to the snack tables. The monks and nuns who stayed for the show also began feasting on the snacks while conversing with the kids and the participants. "Brother, my name is Amity. But my family calls me Amy," said the girl with red twin tail in the beginning of the show.