Asmodeus Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Fearing the worst, she called a cab and headed directly to the base with Sarah right behind her. Upon getting there she met Ty watching some chaos unfurl a little in front of them. Unlike most werewolf packs in the area that had their hideouts in bars or churches or restaurants, the shadow rock pack had theirs in a sort of neighbourhood. It lent itself well to the family image they depicted all so well. It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water.

The aristocratic nose, chiseled jaws, perfectly carved eyebrows, and sensual thin red lips were devoured by the darkness surrounding the room – highlighting the predatory gleam of his eyes. “Such a tiny thing can kill an angel without blinking,” Damon muttered as he stood at the end of the bed. With one move, he was now sitting at the corner of her bed. Her head which was revealed by her enormous wings gave him a peek of her sleeping face. One of his hands withdrew from his aristocratic posture, stretching towards the sleeping form. His hand reached towards her neck but was stopped midway by the cloak of darkness that her body emitted. “Shadow arts, I see. So that is the reason why the holy

Rose might have been muttering too low for a human to hear, but Aria was an alpha wolf and her words were loud to her ears. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she finally noticed that Rose’s expression was down, “And what are shadows?” Rose lifted her head and tried to force out a smile, but she failed, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Think of shadows as the weaver’s equivalent of human assassins, except enhanced by the weave.” she replied, “They are a pretty small tight-knit group and are commonly called the dark side of the weavers.”

“And why does she think you're dead?” “It's a long story, sheriff,” Molly said. “But all you should know is that Jericho isn't the only problem we have to deal with. There's a group called the shadow clan, and they want Ashley.” I paced the room, still confused. “Shadow clan?” I asked. “Where are they? And what do they want with Ashley?” “I think you should have a seat,” Molly said. “I might be a lot to take in.” She told me she was a werewolf and could create illusions. Then she elaborated on the shadow clan and mentioned that Abby believed she was dead.

“The paramedics were able to stabilize him before taking him to the hospital. Hopefully, he makes it and it wasn't anything fatal.” “Thank the goddess,” Melanie sighed in relief. “It's way past the time for dinner. Is anyone down?” Felicity asked, looking at her watch. Cassian downed the rest of his chalice. He opened a box and placed the cup back inside before putting it in his box. “It's nightfall and I have to get back.” I gasped, the truth hitting me for the first time. “You're a vampire,” I said. Cassian lifted one of his brows. “I think we've established that a long time ago.” He replied.

Jack hadn't done anything yet, but I was sure he would. "She's Alpha Henry's daughter from the Shadow pack. She recently came back after studying abroad. Her name's Monica Johnson," Bruce mentioned, "Wow" Jack said, murmuring her name to himself. Bruce's face appeared unease and chose to take his leave. I offered a smile and allowed him to depart. I stayed quiet and didn't alter a word. There was no need for words. I simply had to await the unfolding events.

“You revealed it. The chaos was always there, hidden领头先发，紧接着，The Weaver vanished, her form dissolving into the void. The platform trembled, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. From the shadows of the void, figures emerged—not shadow creatures, but echoes of themselves, their faces twisted with rage and despair. Jessica saw her own echo, its eyes hollow, its hands dripping with black blood. “You can’t escape yourselves,” the Weaver said, her voice echoing through the void. “Face your shadows, or they will consume you.” The echoes lunged, and the battle began anew. Jessica fought her own shadow, its movements mirroring hers but faster, crueler. Kade’s echo wa

I exhaled, "He's really dead?" "He is." Asher nodded, and I watched his adams apple move as he swallowed. His voice held unease, something that was unusual for Asher. He was always so certain, so concrete in his decisions. "He called to the shadows, Lola. At the end, that is. I worried I was too late, that he managed to make a deal with them. The shadows--they took his blood. I think he did make a deal, but it wasn't to kill you." The shadows earlier words came back to me, and I found myself running through every connection I felt in my mind, each and every one led back to a Vampire.

"My mate and I are going to remind them why Blood Moon has never fallen." We reached the gates as they splintered. Rogues poured through the gap—massive wolves with matted fur and wild eyes, driven by bloodlust and whoever was paying them. They saw Draven and hesitated. Then they saw me, and the hesitation turned to frenzy. "Shadowborn!" one of them howled. "Kill the Shadowborn!" They charged.

My wrist mark burned—resisting—then cooled a fraction as the stone tightened. The crack narrowed to a hairline. But before it shut, the dark on the other side flickered once more—like a final spiteful peek. And I saw it. Not my mother this time. A shadow standing behind her, tall and robed, face hidden, holding a moon-silver blade like it was about to cut her loose… or cut her open. The shadow lifted its head. No features. No eyes. And yet I felt it smiling. The seam snapped shut.