Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

That was where the scent led me to. I kicked the door open as I spotted blood on the floor. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Camilla close to the door, blood spilling from several places in her body. Hair stood on the ends of my skin as my eyes glowed with anger. My gaze locked on Damon's as his men laughed hard in my face. I saw the badges on their shirts. One was his Beta, and the other two were his Gammas. How could Gammas, the private messengers of the moon goddess, be involved in such a violent act?

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

I immediately rose up, only to see the same Mysterious lady who appeared before us after the meal at the restaurant. “What do you want? Who are you? How did you get in?!" I asked. She chuckled, "As naive as I thought huh? Try exceeding my expectations darling.”. "Who are you? I repeat, how the fuck did you get in?!”. "Do you ask the shadow how it got in? I'm Camilla. I know you haven't heard my name yet but I've always been there watching you your whole life, just like your shadow. I got rid of Zara's pregnancy, you're welcome, you owe me one.” She said with a sly smile.

The shadow-figure screamed—not in Camela’s voice now, but like something ancient and furious. The pages scattered everywhere, igniting in flames. The glowing bed split open fully. From the white light, Camela’s body slid out, limp and shivering, her scar glowing faintly. The shadow-figure lunged at him with its claws ready to strike. “Then kill me, fox. Let her watch you do it. Let her see your hands stained with blood.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. His claws slashed upward, cutting through its chest as black smoke poured out, filling the chamber with anguished screams.

Amelia replied, stretching her legs on the couch. She lay on the couch and rested her head on my lap with a throw pillows clutched to her chest. A few minutes after she dozed off, Ellan's call came in just when I was expecting it. "Is Alpha Axel worth it?" I asked. "Yeah, he was the one I looked up to. His profile is still intact and he's an obedient servant to the Lycan King's throne," Ellan replied. "Hope he doesn't have any bad records?" I asked.

The conflict raged on, the clash of weapons and the echoes of battle reverberating through the night. The pack remained resolute, their determination unyielding in the face of their adversaries. Camilla focused her attention on the dark arts assassin, his movements like liquid shadows. She knew she needed to disrupt his connection to the darkness, to expose his vulnerabilities. With a swift spin of her staff, she channeled her inner strength and unleashed a wave of searing light that pierced through the shrouded mist.

“Something else you only pretended to tell her? Camille’s father got her mother – a non-witch – pregnant, so while she is part of the Depraysie bloodline, she’s only half -Depraysie. She married a Darkmore to try to seem like she has a fully magic bloodline, but it’s just to cover it all up. It means her magic will always be blocked, and she has no rights to Depraysie inheritance, because her mum wasn’t a witch and- well, her dad has children pretty much everywhere. He slept around a lot.” Willow laughs, unsure why, but Camille screams, her hands grabbing at Willow. Alaric races over, pulling Willow away, his body flying across the room as Camille stares at him. “You’re all letting them in!”

Camille repeated over and over, while forcing images of wolves and vampires, killing people or destroying things. Jaden-Jamie-Lee eyes closed, her head rolled back from the lack of support. "Oh no, I hope you didn't die. Mother and I had plans for you." Camille shook her roughly. When the baby opened her eyes, they were completely red before Camille could react. Jaden-Jamie-Lee forced back images into her mind. Showing Camille what would happen when Christian and Jessie found her, showing all witches being burnt to the stack by the wrath of Jessie's fire, and Britannia's head on a pike.

"Damn it, why now?" Lila reassured me, "Don't worry, Julie. Scott's hybrid nature will help him adapt. Weaker, but okay."Here's the edited and improved version: As we ventured into the Shadowwoods, Cameron asked, "Isn't it ridiculously dark in here?" Caleb teased, "Yeah, so dark you can't even see your feet." I chuckled. "Scared, Cameron?" Cameron's eyes sparkled with defiance. "What if I am?" I grinned. "You are a werewolves, you see in the dark?"