Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Alpha Brandon pointed in my direction with his eyes in slits. Alpha Drake looked at me. “She has knowledge of where the vampire nest is located and inside.” Alpha Brandon shook his head. “I understand that, I meant her.” He pointed to me again and I realized he meant Viola, who was behind me. “Your daughter is not alpha of Shadow Pack yet and has not had her wolf until more recently correct?” Viola growled lowly making Trenton and Derek both stand up a bit straighter next to her. “As the heiress to Shadow Pack and a vampire hunter, she has full access to this meeting Brandon. Mind your tone in my pack borders.” Alpha Drake’s voice wasn’t threatening, but his tone dared Brandon to continue se

~DANTE~ Camille is a liar… a professional one at that. The way she spat lies without batting an eye made her even more dangerous than the leader of her pack. If I must say, Silverfang made a great choice by picking her as the spy. But what did she take me for? A fool? Why did she think I would easily believe those lies of hers? She had connected with her wolf, yet she hadn’t shifted before? She hadn’t experienced wolf heat? It made me scoff. That was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life. What did she take me for? What was she trying to protect—or stop me from doing?

Camille "Since the crest is real, I've been thinking I could be right about the rest of the dream." I sigh. "The parts where the shadow monsters kill me. Of course, I'm not dead and I know the monsters weren't monsters, but if I had a bad experience, I want to know what happened." Worry washes over her face. "Do you think you should? I mean maybe that's why your parents didn't want to talk about it when you brought it up."

Her presence in my life is a constant source of fear and unease, a reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows, waiting to strike when least expected. Camilla is a force to be reckoned with, a formidable adversary whose motives and allegiances remain shrouded in mystery. Her connection to Renaissance and the Founder's Association poses a direct threat to everything I hold dear - my wife Isabella, my unborn child, and the fragile semblance of peace and stability that we have fought so hard to maintain. I fear for Isabella's safety, knowing that Camilla's reach extends far beyond the confines of our home and into the very heart of our lives. Her insidious presence looms over us like a dar

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

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!”

"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?"

a voice said when Paoli opened the door. William recognized the speaker. It was the werewolf, Empusa. He exchanged a look with Paoli first, then William. William could have sworn he saw concern in Empusa's eyes. Not a good sign. Empusa led them out of the room to meet up with the rest of their procession. Waiting for them was one other guard William knew; a vampire name Sekhmet; and two he didn't recognize. The trio followed the group of four Coven guards through the halls of the immense castle, walking down one corridor after another. Their footfalls echoed along the cold of the marble beneath them. Emily's breathing came in short bursts and William cold smell the adrenaline emitting from h