Alec Lightwood Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Am I getting played by fate? Lucianna… She is amazing. A beauty beyond compare. Those big dolly eyes, sharp nose and plumped lips of her invites me, pulls me, seduces me. She don’t need any words, I would have grab her and take her the moment her eyes laid on mine. But I can’t. How can I? I am an Alpha of the second strongest pack of the North but my shadow shows a gray color. I am weak. We are not weak. My wolf says. He has been telling me the same words ever since I found out about my shadow eye ability.

The shadows cracked her shield. And then… The ground exploded. A wall of fire rose high, blinding everyone. The winds stopped. The shadows screamed. From the heart of the flames, a figure stepped forward. Barefoot. Glowing. Eyes golden like the sun. Alec. His clothes were ash. His skin shimmered with fire and light. His hair, once soft brown, now glowed like embers. He looked bolder. Wiser. Stronger. And he was not smiling.

But every werewolf should know about it, so why didn't she know? I moved forward to stand on the other side of Aleena. “This is Colton, my brother. He is the Luna of the Spirit Shadow Pack, and next to him is Lucas, his mate, the Alpha of the Spirit Shadow Pack,” Aleena introduced us to Ava. Ava shrunk back and kept looking at each of us with wide eyes filled with fear. “Don't be afraid, Ada. We are all good people. Nothing bad will happen to you here,” Aleena patted her hand and soothed her.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

I can’t afford to make a single mistake in this critical situation. “Being a dark-blooded werewolf doesn’t mean living a very long life without doing anything, Maddy. you still need to consume something so you would survive. In our case, we need human souls. So stop being stubborn and consume the soul of this person,” Alec said. This time I didn’t refuse and grabbed the chalice from his hand.

Before prince Ryder could process what was going on, hundreds of arrows lit in flames were flying in the air, and Ryder noticed he was the only one still standing. He looked around and was astonished by the sight of eight gigantic Lycan wolves, the eighth one was black and enourmous and Ryder stepped back subconsciously. Just then he was hit on the back by a sharp arrow, the pain on his spine was so intense as he passed out on the spot.

“Shadowkin claim it!” Cassia’s fire roars, her blade slashing, her shout fierce. “You’ll face us first!” Maddox’s shadows bind a Lightweaver, Sylvara’s vines lash a Shadowkin, and Renn’s relics flare, their defense holding. A vision grips me—the ritual, merging the relics’ power, restoring my essence but draining Aelys’s lunar mark, severing her Veil connection. I whisper, “No… Aelys…”

I smiled, assuming it was him. It wasn’t. It was Alec. My smile vanished instantly. “Weren’t expecting me?” he teased, that ever-present grin tugging at his lips. “Alec,” I said flatly, clearing my throat and taking another sip of blood. “Didn’t think you’d show up.” “I’m a wolf, Lady Lydia. And this is a wolves’ ball.” He gestured grandly with one hand, the other holding a glass of whatever liquor he was drinking. “Well, good to know you accept every invitation you get,” I replied, my eyes scanning the hall again for Leonidas. Where the hell was he?

Light shot from our joined bodies, golden and white, slamming into the shadow, wrapping around it like chains forged from sunlight. The shadow shrieked. The sound was not audible—it was a pressure inside my skull, a vibration in my teeth, a scream that bypassed the ears and went straight to the soul. It thrashed, tearing at the light, but the bonds held. Kaelen's voice rose from the water, chanting words in a language older than the packs, older than the Lycan kings, pulling the shadow down, inch by inch, toward the black pool. We were winning. Then the shadow spoke.

She is more comfortable with her human side and doesn't want to return to the pack life or find her mate. At 24 Alice is an architect and engaged to Mark, a human who is unaware of her werewolf identity. He is also the heir of the firm she works in. Lucian Blake the Alpha of the Crimson shadow pack has been looking for his mate for years. He has a ruthless reputation because he killed his father's Beta who was leading the pack after his father's death and took over the pack at the age of 18. During her visit back home for Christmas, Alice bumps into her mate Lucian Blake, Alpha of the Crimson shadow pack. The most ruthless, dangerous and richest Alphas of the country.