Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."

And with this gesture of mine, his hatred reached new heights. “Boss, you have an important call. It’s good to answer it,” I heard Eddy’s voice from behind me. Carla and Ella accompanied him, whom I had frankly forgotten about. Ella was a beautiful young woman, but far too young to enter our world, a dangerous world where there were no scruples. A world in which you always felt threatened, and in which a thin thread of string always held your life, ready to snap at any moment. I don’t think he understood much of what was going on at the time, and that made me thrilled.

So what was so special about this baby girl that Chloe had been dragged by the shadows to witness her birth? She is a shadow wolf… “Chloe?” Bobby’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts trouble Chloe, pulling her back to the here and now. “Is everything okay?” “Mhm,” Chloe nodded. “Why?” “Well,” The vampire shifted awkwardly, their ethereal blue eyes jumping away from the she-wolf momentarily before looking back at her again. “You’ve been standing here staring at Ursula’s door for a couple of minutes now and haven’t answered a thing I’ve asked.”

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

The crescent scar glowed through my shirt like a quiet moon and then subsided, as if promising to wake when it was again needed and not a second before. Ronan is still out there. The cameras will come back with cheaper eyes. Men who like rules more than people will raise flags over hallways that don’t need them. We will count fenceposts. We will fight and forgive and do the ugly work of making law useful. Orion will decide again, and again, until his name sits easy. Edda will carry water until she knows it weighs more than shame. Jasper will be bored when the hall committee argues about where to put the windows and that will be the best day either of us will have had in years. The shadows wi

The air turned cold, and the sound of battle warped into something distant and hollow. The first assassins vanished into the darkness without a sound. The second wave tried to turn, but the shadow coiled around them, dragging them down, tearing steel from their hands before the unseen claws found flesh. Some defenders screamed—whether from fear or pain, Eolan couldn’t tell. The heir shouted something, but her voice was drowned in the maelstrom of darkness. The Creed leader fought through the tide, his blade cutting deep into the shadow. Pain ripped through Eolan, but the shadow didn’t retreat—it slammed into the man like a living wall, sending him sprawling against a pillar.

CHAPTER 73 Claus "Let us go, or Aunt Aria will come burn you alive," one of the twins said. “Oh my goodness, sweetie, do you even know what you're saying?" Camila asked her. “Yes, I do, and you'll regret taking us away." "OK, I see how daring you are, so let me introduce myself," Camila said to them, as they gazed at her with furious eyes. She proceeded to warn them that she was the Luna of Nightshade and would cut off their tongues if they did anything cruel again.