Alec Lightwood Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Naming him was a safe bet. Grey scoffed. “Lukas is a mutt. His great grandfather may have been a Shadow Walker, but that pup has as much command over the shadows as you.” He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming in the firelight. “We both know who I mean, Alec. Or have you forgotten you mate so soon?”

It was not possible, was it? Grandmother Ayla had said that the coven was massacred, and nobody was left. No. It had to be a coincidence. Did I believe in coincidences? Not really. However, she probably had no relation to Sadira. ‘What’s wrong, babe? Your emotions are starting to concern me,’ he said softly. “Imeela, this is Ziyah, the Light Fae that I told you about,” Jackson said. “And this is her mate, Dante. The Alpha and Luna of the Shadow Falls pack.”

Alec and I—and our little motorboat—are slipping away into the fog. It takes me a few moments to be able to breathe again. When I can, I look over at him. "You okay?" I ask. His expression is flat, almost like he doesn't know how to react. "I'll feel better soon." I nod. "That ... it speeds up your healing?" I hate that I can't even say what I just saw. I saw Alec tackle a man and drink his blood. Since it was a Silver Hunter, I don't feel sorry for the person, but I would be lying if I said I'm still not a little shook up.

His eyes focused on me. "I, Alpha Adam Turner of the Dark Shadow pack, except your rejection Alison Newman, daughter of Alpha Blake Stone of the Midnight Moon pack." At his words, a sharp pain shot through my heart, causing me to gasp. With all the pain going through my body in such a short amount of time, I lost consciousness. Everything went black as I felt myself fall back the few inches back to the floor. Owen

he asks. I take a deep breath and nod my head, trusting him and knowing he will never do anything to hurt me. He takes my hand in his and slowly and carefully makes a small incision on my palm, then he makes one on his. He takes the knife away and interlocks our injured hands. He smiles and tells me, "I Alexandre LeBlanc the Lycan King allow you Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack a temporary entry into my mind" he places a kiss on my hand and gestures for me to formally accept "I Arina DeLuca of the Shadowborne Pack accept your temporary link," I say, he smiles "This way, even if we're in different places, we will always be connected." he says placing a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, we ne

But before she could reach him, an invisible force slammed her against the cavern wall, holding her in its grip. "You are too late, Alpha," the Shadow Lord taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "My "Ancient werewolf prophecy," he continued, his voice echoing through the cavern. "It speaks of a blood sacrifice, a sacrifice that will grant me eternal life and unparalleled power." Amelia struggled against the invisible force that held her in place, fueled by a mix of fear and determination. "You won't succeed!" she shouted, her voice trembling with defiance. "We will stop you!"

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

Talia said, bending to gather them up. Genevive took the board game from Jackson slowly, acting like she was puzzled by the letters as well. “Are those letters?” Jackson picked one of them up, his eyes skimming. His eyebrows pinched together as he read its content. He grabbed another and another until he took everything, including the box from Talia. “What is it?” Genevive asked, looking at Jackson and then Talia. “They're letters. I think Mia wrote them to William— that Alpha of Frost Moon Pack. The one who started the war.” Talia said.