Alec Lightwood Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

“No. I won’t. I swore an oath to you, but that oath wasn’t to walk willingly into ruin. The Shadow hunts us through her. He will keep coming until nothing remains. And Kael, Kael is proof of it!” Wolves stirred, shifting uncomfortably, some growling in agreement, others snarling in defiance. “Enough,” Lucian said, his voice sharp as steel. “Kael died because the Shadow Alpha is a coward who strikes from the dark. Do not lay his blood at Serena’s feet.” But Mirek’s gaze cut to me like a blade. “And yet her mark glows darker with every moon. Shadows answer to her before they answer to him.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. Words like cursed and tainted hissed between lips.

The hall felt tighter, the walls bending around us as if the palace held its breath, as it waited to see what happened. The vial spun across the stone, sliding into the shadows. My wolf reacted, and I followed with every bit of speed I had. Aurek was right there, close, and even though it was overwhelming, it was grounding. He was more than just the Alpha; he was a predator and protector, both shadow and shield. My breath caught at how close he was, at how much raw power he was putting out.

The heavy oak doors of Blackwood Manor groaned shut, sealing out the stench of rot, but the silence inside was louder than the war outside. Julian did not speak. He didn't look back at the broken fountain or the blood-stained snow. He moved like a ghost of a king, his footsteps echoing up the marble stairs until the click of his bedroom door signaled his retreat into a private, freezing hell. They had to wait. The Lich-Alpha was a creature of the moon and the grave; they would strike when the sun was at its zenith, using the solar light to peel back the necrotic shadows that shielded him.

He gave me a sly look in the mirror. Apparently, good looks were a werewolf requirement. “Aria,” Damon said, holding the door open, “this is Elias. My Beta.” “Hi,” I said politely. Elias grinned. “So this is the reason Alpha Thorn’s been useless for three days.” I raised an eyebrow at Damon. “Useless?” “He exaggerates,” Damon muttered, helping me in. Once we were on the road, curiosity won. “So… you’re a werewolf. Or a Lycan?” I asked, voice low.

Malick’s POV He didn’t follow the crowd when the bell rang. Didn’t grab his bag. Didn’t care that his shirt clung to him with sweat from the match. Malick walked the opposite direction—down a side corridor and straight into the bones of the Academy, where light thinned and whispers echoed too long. Something inside him had snapped. Maybe it was the shadows. Maybe it was her voice—half-forgotten, half-sung—in Old Shadowborne. Or maybe it was the way their darknesses had tangled like they knew each other. Like they’d danced together in another life.

Blood slowly trickled out from the small cuts. The metallic smell of blood instantly filled the chamber—thick and suffocating. "Repeat after me," one of the Elders commanded, rising to his feet. Father and Alpha Lucas turned to face each other fully, their bleeding fingers still stretched forth. "I, Alexander Blackwood, the Alpha of the Nightshade pack.." ""I, Alexander Blackwood, the Alpha of the Nightshade pack," Father repeated firmly. "Say yours," the Elder said, facing Alpha Lucas. "I, Lucas Knight, the Alpha of the Silverfang pack," Alpha Lucas echoed, his voice slightly strained.

​The Shadow-walkers were skilled, bred for silent murder, but they were no match for the combined, synchronized fury of a White Lycan and a dominant Alpha fighting in tandem. ​Within ten grueling minutes, the mud of Silver Creek was stained pitch black with vampire ash and churning river water. ​Only one assassin remained. ​Alaric had the vampire pinned to the trunk of a massive, dead oak tree. One of the Shadow Wolf's massive hands was wrapped around the creature's throat, lifting its kicking boots entirely off the ground. ​"General," Alaric called out, his silver eyes flashing with pure, unadulterated violence. "We have a talker."

The living shadow faltered, its chaotic energy unable to withstand the power of unity, strategy, and unwavering loyalty. The Dawn of Hope Ethan pressed forward, silver and golden energy merging into a concentrated strike, aimed directly at the living shadow. The force of their combined energy shattered darkness, sending ripples of light across the battlefield. The Shadow’s master roared in disbelief, and the massive shadow began to retreat into the mountains. Soldiers cheered, creatures roared, and the Alpha Hunter growled in triumph. Lucian landed beside Ethan, golden wings folding slowly. “Kid… you’ve done it. But remember… this is only the beginning. They will return, stronger, faster, mo

The room falling into silence around us. My eyes drift to his, his fiery orbs seem to look into the depths of my soul, like he could read every secret, both dark and light that resides there. A knowing smile spread on his face, momentarily lighting his handsome face before his expression returned to one of casual indifference, as if they were only discussing the weather. He moves his gaze to rest on my uncle, before he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps you may be entitled to the role of Princess of the Underworld after all.” With his last words playing in her ears, he moves back to sit in his chair. Falling into conversation with the man sat next to Lucas, who I have now found out is Malphas, L