Amity Fanart Novels & Stories

"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 wanted to get up and head for the door but Amy held me down and went to the door with a makeup brush in hand. Amy opened the door. Oogway, who was standing at the door was obviously stunned when he saw him. Amy smiled charmingly. He pushed his hair apart and stretched out his hands to Oogway, "Hello, I am the makeup artist hired by Mr. Mitaka. I'm here to do makeup for Miss Defiant." "Oh." Oogway hesitated for a moment then he reached out and touched Amy's hand in the end. When he came in and saw me, he was almost stunned, "Your face..."

Not only is the idea intriguing, but I'm highly considering it. “Who is this glaring at me?” he frowns, pointing at me. If he knew who I was, he sure as hell would not be pointing at all. Now Amara detached herself from him, and thank fuck because I no longer trust my restraint. “Hmm, don't tell me you are finally using your girl charm to recruit new victims, fellow haters, whatever are you calling this little elite hater cult.” “My friend,” Amara laughs. “And no I have not created my cult. Yet...” she trails off, giggling. “Ryan is a fan of yours.”