Alec Lightwood Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

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…”

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.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

"But did you really think it would be that easy?" My blood ran cold as Alaric stepped out of the shadows, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. "Now, let’s see how strong you really are," he sneered, raising his hand. The chamber around us began to tremble, the very walls cracking as a surge of dark energy erupted from him, aimed directly at the heart of Silverwood.

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."