Asmodeus Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

“I am not here to hurt you. I am here to protect you.” Alessia trembled. “But you… you feel so heavy.” “Because you carry pain,” shadow Alessia murmured. “But pain doesn’t only destroy. It shapes you.” Lux glowed faintly behind her—not separate, but watching. Shadow Alessia stepped back into the darkness. “Embrace me.” Alessia reached out. Their hands touched. Light surged. Shadow wrapped around light. Lux softened the shadow. Shadow steadied Lux. They merged. The world snapped back. Alessia gasped as she returned to the chamber, collapsing forward—but she caught herself before hitting the ground.

The air turned cold, and the sound of battle warped into something distant and hollow. The first assassins vanished into the darkness without a sound. The second wave tried to turn, but the shadow coiled around them, dragging them down, tearing steel from their hands before the unseen claws found flesh. Some defenders screamed—whether from fear or pain, Eolan couldn’t tell. The heir shouted something, but her voice was drowned in the maelstrom of darkness. The Creed leader fought through the tide, his blade cutting deep into the shadow. Pain ripped through Eolan, but the shadow didn’t retreat—it slammed into the man like a living wall, sending him sprawling against a pillar.

Malachi, eyes scanning the horizon, suddenly pointed, "There, in the distance! A shadow, out of place amidst this luminescence." The guardians followed his gaze, and indeed, a dark form seemed to be approaching, its energy clashing with the radiant vibes of the grove. Isolde, her instincts kicking in, said, "We need to intercept, and understand its intentions." Liora, holding out her hand, produced a gentle orb of light. "Let's use this to guide the shadow, lure it closer." The shadow, drawn to Liora's orb, began to take a more defined shape as it neared — a cloaked figure, its face hidden, emanating an aura of chaos and disruption.

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

What made the night was the moon and the darkness, and while we werewolves had a connection with the moon, Shadows were connected with the darkness and while they had all the special senses of a werewolf, they had no wolf and couldn’t not shift. Hence, most of them preferred to live among the humans. Their stealth made them lethal and it was common knowledge that some even worked as hired assassins in the human world. They were one with the night and ironically they possessed no shadow. So, you can understand why I was absolutely terrified by the fact that I had just kicked one of those deadly beings in the freaking face! Genny said the only reason I had spotted his movement was because the

Known for their clandestine rituals and their ambitious, ruthless members. My fingers drummed rhythmically against the desk as my gaze drifted to a blank spot on the wall. My mind recounted the details, piecing together the puzzle. The Shepherd’s Keep and The Order of the Ascendants were similar in so many ways, so was Gabriel and I. Both of us barristers, both middle-ranked members in our respective societies. Connected, yes, but not allowed into the inner sanctum not even yet qualified to be invited to the Conclave of Elders. The most consequential meeting of the circle..

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

"Long story short, the attackers were likely an assassination squad from the Rogue King, known as the 'Shadows.' We have detailed records of them from past files." As I skimmed the document, Hogan continued, "Shadows are modified werewolves. Witch doctors immerse these werewolves in a special herb and cast a curse that locks them in a permanent half-wolf, half-human state. "The process is excruciating, causing their skin to decay and fall off, leaving them hairless and without fingerprints. However, this transformation significantly boosts their combat abilities. Even a regular Beta-turned Shadow can rival an Alpha in battle." Flipping through the pages, I paused at the images of the Shadows

Raverine smirked. “You brought your dogs…” Raverine mocked. Calil stopped from taking another step. “Be careful, they like to hunt birds.” Before Raverine could even make a reply, the two vampires swiftly left him in blues and bruises. It was as though the shadow within the alley moved and attacked Raverine before he could blink. That’s the reason why these kinds of vampires are called shadow vampires – they become one with the shadows. Raverine coughed after his body took the blow and held the wall for support.

Behind him were many followers dressed the same as him. Latrusse frowned at the sight. Lemuel asked, “What’s wrong?” “It’s the Shadowers,” said Latrusse. James asked, “Shadowers?” Latrusse explained in a hushed tone, “You know about the Dark World’s Four Ancient Races, right? On the surface, they are the strongest existences here. However, many mysterious organizations and forces exist in the dark. Even the Four Ancient Races are wary of them. The Shadowers are one of them. They are an assassin guild that will help you kill anyone as long as the price is right. They would even assassinate the Yefteros’ Great Elder, Halianor, if you pay them enough.”