Asmodeus Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

So disturbing! I looked at my companions. A Goddess with an attitude problem, a dangerous supernatural guy whose species I was yet to find, a powerful but eccentric witch and a Goddess who lost her memories… What a team! “We have to capture at least a few shadow demons. They are a relatively new breed and so far, we had only killed them on meeting them. Never had anyone tried to capture them, and I don’t know if traditional containment methods work on them. We shall hope it does or it will all be for nothing,” Artemis said.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Saying that to Fenris Asmodeus knew he would literally be all ears "My Mate? what does she have to do with your Demons Deus? using his pet name "She is the reason my Demons are abandoning their posts, It was prophesied that The Shadow shall be released to the world, and darken every land, even to the smallest corner, and there shall be neither Light nor safety. Fate shall tie she who shall be born of the Dawn, born of the last cosmos raised in secret, she shall stretch forth her hands to catch the Shadow, the world shall then breathe once the mark of fate has been given, for the Light tamed Darkness, and to he who shall be born again shall be at peace. May the Light save us from him" Even Fe

“Zarah, stop daydreaming. We’re getting out of here.” “Huh?” “Shadow travel. NOW!” I am embarrassed to say that my brain is taking some time to jump start that it takes about three seconds before I figured out what Belphegor wanted me to do. “Hang on to me!” I turn on the bedside lamp to help cast a shadow to the ground. Then, I grab Belphegor’s cloak and dive in the shadow along with him. “You two aren’t leaving!” I get a flash of Asmodeus’s face when he thrusts his hand to throw something at us before Belphegor and I slip into my shadow. Belphegor covers me from whatever it is that Asmodeus threw at me.

Now, consumed by rage, the advisor grabbed Willow by the hair. “Why don’t you get down on your knees and beg?” He leaned close, his breath hot against her ear. “Show me how you got all over the Chesters’ heir. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll write you that recommendation letter.” Forced to look up, Willow could feel the outline of his junk against her skin. With a blank face, she snapped up a pot of boiling tea near her and threw it at him. The man let out an excruciating scream. Then, with a smack, Willow took a hit to the face and fell to the ground.

He muttered while deducting all the obvious hints. It felt like the werewolf tribe took advantage of Amino the same way he took advantage of Boss. Boss, Amino, lion tribe, and wings tribe; all four subjects were linked to one person. Shadow. Shadow was the center of it and the werewolf tribe swept them in one go. “Shit. They have had us.” Malikul chuckled in irony, his eyes quivered in disbelief. To summarize, Shadow actually was not only the lord of the Underworld, she was also the dearest adoptive daughter of the head lion tribe. The lion tribe’s family loved her dearly; it was a fact that many were aware of, including the wings clan and also the werewolf tribe.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

Duk sends a signal to Alud that it is now safe to attack. “Fanged, be ready, the time has come to attack,” Alud whispers. The werewolves jumped out from behind cover at the same time, Alud with a swing hit the shadow lord on the neck, the blow fell on the shoulder area. The bloody Morgenstern almost half plunged into the body of the shadow, parts of the dark translucent luminous flesh flew. Shadof howled with a thousand voices and collapsed to the ground in surprise. He turned around and glared angrily at his attacker, the wound on his shoulder was rapidly healing. Alud bared his teeth furiously and rushed at the shadowof. At this time, Duk, approaching Lord Askadal from behind, pulled the t

POV: Ash Ryder "Get out of my way, you mindless filth, or I’ll paint this ice with whatever rot you have for blood!" Ash’s voice was no longer the steady, commanding baritone of the Silverfang Alpha. It was a jagged, raw snarl that vibrated with a terrifying lack of restraint. He lunged forward, his silver dagger flashing in a lethal arc as it sank into the neck of a Shadow-beast. The creature, a twisted mass of smoke and elongated bone, didn't even have time to hiss before Ash ripped the blade sideways, decapitating it with a spray of violet ichor that sizzled against the frozen ground.