Asmodeus Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

A run would clear his mind so he could get a grip on himself before he saw Ava again. He didn’t know how long Shadow took over, his huge paws thundering on the ground as the wind blew in his face. He wasn’t trying to hunt because they both agreed that would trigger his blood lust and send him hunting for the asshole students instead. The asshole Jared, the vampire who’d yielded, the alpha that Ava had sent to the infirmary, the Omega that was on her way there too... So many people on Shadow’s shit list that it was a wonder none of them were dead yet.

The first wave of shadowy figures descended upon them, their forms shifting and undulating. Luna unleashed a powerful burst of magic, her energy illuminating the darkness. The shadowy figures recoiled, their forms dissipating under the force of her attack. Asher, beside her, transformed into his werewolf form, his claws slashing through the air with precision. The battle intensified as more shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the structure. Their movements were eerily fluid, making them difficult to predict and counter. Luna’s allies fought bravely, their skills honed from months of training. Jarek, the seasoned warrior, moved with the grace of a predator, his blade cutting through th

“Am I to assume you have all the answers for me?” “If only it were that simple.” Asmodeus sighed. “I can, however, give you some and help guide you to others.” He continued to step further into the darkness, shadows dancing at his feet. They twisted as of turning to see if she would follow, but his back remained to her. She stuck out her tongue at the shadows. “Careful taunting them. They sometimes have a mind of their own.” Amerie closed her mouth and began to follow him. Her anger still danced inside her. Asteri watched silently as the new power stirred restlessly.

“Before you go, give me a sedative. I don’t want my brain to get addled and call for someone to get me out or something,’ I say to Dylan and Makya through the mindlink. Dylan looks concerned but nods to Makya, who goes into his bag and pulls out a vial and syringe before injecting me. I fall into the darkness of the Abyss. I embrace the darkness and see Aspen’s eyes glow in the bleak black of my mind. “We are The Shadow Wolves. We are ancient and sacred, though our line has dwindled thanks to hunger for power and greed amongst others. You are ready now for your truth, Ace. You are ready for our truth, but you need to embrace the darkness within you and face it or else you could become what w

He mutters. “Shadow wolf?” I ask. I’ve never heard this name before. “Yes. Just like there are celestial wolves, there are Shadow wolves. The strongest version of the Ashwalker rogues. You are the leader of them, their king and the one who’s going to preach the powers of our one, true God.” “And who’s the True God? The one who took down Selene?” I ask as I remember what Rena mentioned about the Moon Goddess being dead and the mating system getting messed up.

(Avery’s Point of View) The moonlight spills in through the window like a pale veil, casting long shadows across the floor. I can’t sleep. I haven’t been able to for days. Every night feels like I’m drifting on the edge of something, caught between two worlds. The one where I’m Avery Harper, just a girl trying to survive her sister’s death and the mess of a life I never asked for, and the other where I’m Avery Maddox, tangled up in a curse I don’t understand, married to a man whose secrets are darker than his eyes.

Yet he had also observed the pattern firsthand—his father's devastation after his mother's unexpected illness, his grandfather's decline following his mate's assassination, historic records documenting similar losses throughout House Nox's lineage. His own personal experience had reinforced the pattern most vividly. As a young shadow adept showing early leadership potential, he had allowed himself genuine connection with a fellow student—brilliant, ambitious Kaelan whose fire magic had complemented his shadow techniques with remarkable efficiency. Their friendship had evolved toward something potentially more significant before Kaelan's diplomatic mission to House Zoryn ended with his body r

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.

She screamed instinctively, "Asmo!!!" Madeus arrived just in time to save his brother from the fatal headshot. Maria watched as Madeus cradled Asmodeus in his arms, seemingly crying and apologizing for not being there to save him sooner. Despite fearing Madeus, Maria's concern for Asmodeus's well-being compelled her to crawl to his side. Madeus sensed her presence, raised his head, and revealed tears streaming from his eyes, which suddenly ignited with hellfire as he snarled, "Heartless mortal, why couldn't you just die!!!"