Novel & Cerita Alec Lightwood Shadowhunters

"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.

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."

At their head rode a figure cloaked in darkness, his form shifting between man and beast, his features hidden but his presence unmistakable. The Shadow Alpha. Even from this distance, I felt him. Like claws dragging down my spine. Like a voice already speaking in my skull. Daughter of fire. You bleed for me. My knees buckled, the mark blazing up my arm, veins spreading like lightning. Lucian caught me, his snarl echoing across the parapet. “Stay out of her head!” he roared, as though the force of his fury alone could banish shadows. But the storm didn’t falter. It struck.

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.

Darkness surged violently through the corridor, and Aurelian’s voice everywhere at once: “You think the shadows obey kindness? They obey power.” The darkness wrapped around my wrists, cold and heavy. “I don’t want them!” I struggled. “But they want you.” Hundreds of silver eyes appeared all around the corridor, watching from the dark. The shadows tightened, making my chest hurt, as the whispers returned louder. Many voices, all speaking at once: Lycan. Heir. Shadow-born. Consume. Rule. The pressure became too much. “STOP!” The darkness shattered. I woke violently with a gasp and the palace room rushed back into my vision.

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.

Alaric slashed Aldrake’s chest with his claws, sending blood spraying. “Aldrake!!” Amber screamed and tried to run toward him, but Elder Luparius blocked her path. “And where do you think you’re going?” he taunted, grinning. Amber snarled and summoned another swarm of shadow creatures. Aldrake staggered back, glaring murderously at Aldus. “Does it hurt?” Alaric smirked. “Not that much,” Aldrake replied — before Uno, his wolf, fully surfaced. “Good. Then let’s add more,” Alaric growled before charging again.

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.