Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Her amber eyes scanned Elena’s shivering frame, lingering on the thin linen shift that was stained with dirt and dry blood. ​"The great White Queen of the Continental Council, reduced to a shivering rat in her husband's iron traps," Camille sneered. "You thought your ancient bloodline made you untouchable, Elena. You thought a fated bond could protect an uneducated omega from a high-ranking court female." ​Elena did not look at Camille. She forced her head upward, her silver-gold eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous light as she locked her gaze onto the two elite executioners blocking the threshold.

“I expected a queen. Not a servant.” The words cut through the room like a blade. I do not lift my head. I do not react. But inside my chest, my wolf growls. Careful, I warn her. Not yet. The voice belongs to Damien Southwell. His tone carries open insult, the kind a warrior uses when he wants to test weakness. “I was told an Alpha from the Shadow Pack would arrive,” Damien continues coldly. “Instead we get an Omega girl with a rag in her hand.”

Allied packs terminated their contracts with him, willing even to pay heavy penalties just to sever ties. Everything—every downfall—traced back to him, a wolf who betrayed his mate. And those who hated him went further—they hacked his phone and leaked every flirtatious message he'd exchanged with Chanelle. That was when I learned he had used a shopping app to contact her. No wonder I'd never found their conversations before. But now, I didn't care anymore. Whether Nicholas lived well or not, it no longer had anything to do with me. As for Chanelle, an omega, her situation was far worse. Everyone in the Blood Shadow Pack despised her, calling her the homewrecker who ruined the bond between th

They were following her. She had broken her chains, only to stumble into a darker unknown. Camille sneaks out to reclaim her freedom—but realizes someone is following her in the shadows. Is it Julian’s man, or something far more dangerous?

I don’t want to know what comes next. But I can’t stop myself. I turn the page. And that’s when I see it. The name. Camille. The words etched in the page are clear. The return of the lost bride. Camille Maddox. But then, beneath that—she who was meant to die. The truth is staring back at me, and it’s more horrifying than I ever imagined. Camille isn’t dead. She was never dead. She was taken. And I’m just the substitute. The one who was never meant to be here.

Eliminate any true opposition before they could act, ensuring that when the final decision was made, there was no real choice left to resist. And when the time came? The eastern clans accepted his rule—not through war, but through the undeniable truth that Cassian had already won before the game had even begun. His name was cemented further, his reign stretched beyond Ashen land, his empire stronger than ever before. Cassian’s expansion meant new connections, new threats, new forces watching his every move. One of those forces? Eris Valmont. A vampire of royal blood, heir to a dynasty that ruled from the shadows, untouched by mortal politics yet woven into the very foundation of supernatural

Camille immediately melted into the shadows, keeping herself out of sight as she slowly edged toward the nearest open doorway. She had expected Shayla and the she-wolf to greet Ronan. Instead, a moment later, the sound of Shayla’s frantic breathing filled the room as she stumbled inside. "Shit!" Camille muttered, quickly hopping into the walk-in closet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She heard the she-wolf's reprimanding voice that followed Shayla. "He-he's so big... I-I'm a v-virgin." "He's coming. I have to go. Don't fuck this up."

He then tried to speak but no sound would escape. The remaining officers encircled the doctor and proceeded to brutally place the hand cuffs on him while taking turns punching and kicking him. Cassia noticed the shadows slowly move away from the floor and walls. Their shapes were taking on a three dimensional form. The air temperature began to drop. The fluorescent lights began to flicker and hum. The room began to darken in a most unnatural way. The shadowy shapes twitched in time with the flickering lights which gave a creepy jerky appearance to their already slow and menacing movements. Cassia was never afraid of the shadows, but today was an exception. She could feel her little hairs sta

About 20 minutes later, Matt brings this cute guy, with Bleach Blonde and black streaks hair, over to us girls. “Ash, Kim, Alice, Crystal, Jackie, I’d like you to meet Cameron, my mate.” Matt said. “Hi, Cameron. It’s nice to meet you.” we said. “Ladies, it’s nice to meet you too. To be honest, I thought the last pack that was in this area dispersed over a decade ago. Yes, I can tell you all are shifters of some sort, I’m a vampire, I hope that doesn’t freak you out. Oh, and call me Cam, that’s what my family and friends call me. My full name is only used when I get in trouble or at school.” Cameron said.

"I'm a vampire, Josh." Silence followed her remark, and then a chuckle escaped my lips. "This is not the time to be joking, Ashely." She grimaced, as if she had expected me not to believe her. "That's the truth, Josh. My name is Camille Darkshadow, and I'm a vampire. That's why I don't eat human food, and why I could fight off those men." My eyes widened as a memory came back to me. Ashely—no, Camille—had come home at midnight with blood on her hands.