Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

"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.

A shadow of chanting rose again, faint from the tunnels. Camilla, still crouched by the wall, chuckled through cracked lips. “Now you believe. Now you feel it. They’re calling you, Catalina. Both of them. And you can’t ignore blood.” Catalina spun on her, fury in her eyes. “Shut your mouth.” Camilla tilted her head. “Or what? You’ll kill me? You can’t even silence the dead. How will you silence me?” Lucien moved like lightning, his boot catching Camilla’s ribs, sending her sprawling. “You’re breathing because she wants answers. Not because I can’t end you.”

she muttered, her voice tinged with disbelief. “What is it?” Maya asked, stepping into the room. Camilla’s face was pale as she turned the screen toward Maya. “Shadow isn’t just an operative. He’s someone who worked directly under Helena for years. He disappeared after her arrest, and no one’s seen him since—until now.” Maya’s heart sank. “Do you think he’s behind this?” Camilla nodded grimly. “If anyone has the resources to pick up where Helena left off, it’s him.”

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

“Okay, so, what about your guys, what is your magic? Which castle are you posted to?” Caleb perked up immediately, as if waiting for this question. “Gladly. You should probably know who you’re hanging out with.” Mina crossed her legs, looking every bit like a professor. “Me first. I’m in Castle Noctis. The castle for vampires, shadow walkers, and anyone tied to bloodline magic, but I am one of the Shadow Walkers. We slip through the dark between places, bending shadows into weapons or doorways. Creatures of the night, tied to blood and ancestry. Everyone assumes vampires rule Noctis, but trust me, Shadow Walkers hold our own.” She winked. “Especially when it comes to sneaking out after curfe

Camille POV When we arrived at the village, it's was already night and as Axel and myself walked past the tent, we couldn't heard a pin drop and just like the story Amara had told us, the Witches clan had gathered around a fire to end the Lycan's life. As we walked forward into the village, I noticed a fire few distances away from us and using the moon as a source of light, I strained my eyes and saw the shadows of heads. I nudged Axel on the shoulder when the light was placed near the Lycan's face. Just like Amara had told us, she was Axel's aunt and someone walked around her chanting in foreign language we couldn't understood.

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.

As the words left her mouth, the torches in the room sputtered out. Camille didn't lunge for me. No, that was a rash reaction reserved for the human version of herself---as human as you can be after killing a child. Whatever the magic and darkness had morphed her into, it was much smarter than your average human. She moved slowly, quietly. The only sound that gave her away was the cracking of her splintered bones, and the raspy breathing that left her mouth. "I'm going to give you to the darkness, Rachel." She chittered from a different side of the room, nearly ten feet from where she had been standing.