Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

So far, Cole could control the chat within 2 miles radius hence, it is safe to say that he was near them when he created the special chat. “... dead!” Samuel received his answer soon after. Shadow blew a tired sigh. “Alright. Thanks.” She lifted her hands and put them on her waist. “I still need to hear the report from King as well.” She looked up. “What are you waiting for, My Emperor?” Caramel was patient enough to wait for her. Well, it’s more that she didn’t dare to sneak an attack on her. The consequence that she would bear was the drive behind her obedience. As she said before, Shadow was an amazing ally but a terrible foe. Even though Caramel’s death had been predetermined, she refuse

"The High Council is paralyzed. Saed is a ghost in his own empty halls, stripped of his titles and his dignity. But we both know the real war didn't end in that amphitheater." Anna didn't look up immediately. Her fingers, steady and deliberate, traced the sleek edge of her modified sync-pad. "Saed was just a variable to be cleared from the board," she replied softly. Her voice was remarkably calm, contrasting with the crackle of the hearth behind her. "He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It i

Head high, spine straight, every inch the Luna I had fought to become. My hand rested on my sword hilt, more for show than actual preparation. If things went violent, a sword would not save me. Guards saw me immediately. Started shouting, weapons raised. I kept walking. "I am Kaia Shadowborn, Luna of Blood Moon pack," I called out, my voice carrying across the camp. "I was invited to this spectacle. Where is your coward leader?" Wolves poured from tents, surrounding me.

"This is Alexander, my beta… and Herzl, the physician. Well, they're both my childhood friends, but now serving the pack well." Carson nodded, turning towards the fierce looking lady beside him. "This is Cara, my assistant." He said while the lady bowed slightly in acknowledgement. "She's like my shadow, always seen everywhere wwith me." "Well, it's obvious…" Kenziel laughed lightly. "Even a glance from her could scare anyone away, she's the fierce one." "Shall we…?" Carson gestured towards his car, offering a ride to the pack. But Alexander, as always, was quick with response. "My Alpha will go with you..." He said and wrapped an arm around Herzl's shoulder. "— don't worry, we'll both find

I draw in a breath and let something ancient unfurl inside me. The shadows bend and twist around me, weaving like a cocoon. It’s a trait of my family line, passed down through generations of survivors and thieves. We don’t disappear—we become unremarkable. Our edges blur. Light forgets us. For the first time in years, I let it take me fully. King Camille enters first, his posture rigid, crown glinting faintly in the torchlight. Lady Elira follows, her presence sucking warmth from the room like a void.

She had even gone as far as searching the lycanthropy forums for something… anything. Nothing. Not a single clue. She had planned on keeping it to herself but Josh and his constant watch! Camille blinked hard, trying to shove the thoughts away. She didn’t have powers. She was wolfless. Ordinary. …Except she wasn’t. Not really. Not when every test, every full-moon assessment had confirmed the same thing: Twenty-one. Still wolfless. Still… wrong. A sigh slipped past her lips, just as a familiar black car rolled slowly to a stop near the bus station.