Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But brave isn’t the same as smart. Shadow’s a lone wolf, Amelia. He doesn’t belong anywhere. And you? Do you really believe you can be part of his world?” “I don’t care about his world. I care about him.” My words catch him off guard. For a second, something shifts in his expression—as if he hadn’t expected that kind of conviction from me. “That… is a mistake, little human.” Before I can react, Caleb lunges. His movements are swift and lethal, pure predator—but he doesn’t reach me. A deafening roar tears through the clearing as Shadow crashes into him with enough force to shake the ground. They tumble and thrash, a violent blur of growls and blows that para

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

Their team’s loyalty was a spark, their love a fire, but the city’s fragile peace deepened the stakes, a storm brewing. --- Rosa’s screens flashed, her voice tense, uncovering a message from the global network: *“The Shadow rises. Ports, banks, syndicates—ours. Castellano falls.”* The name “The Shadow” chilled them, a new leader stepping into Elena’s void. Kai’s jaw clenched, his mother’s betrayal and Elena’s vendetta echoing, his voice raw. “The Shadow? Another ghost after my bloodline.” Gianna’s hand squeezed his, her voice fierce, grounding. “We stopped Elena. We’ll crush them too.”

When he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't even give Alpha Drogo or Luna Chelsea respect, let alone go out of his way to bring someone home for no reason. I set my phone down, my fingers unconsciously tapping the steering wheel. If it had only happened once, it could've been a coincidence. But twice in a row? That was suspicious. I clenched my fist, suppressing the restless wolf in my veins. Camellia's profile reflected on the car window from my phone screen. As the only daughter of the Shadowfang Pack's Alpha, her inherited bloodline could awaken the lust for conquest of any male wolf—even without a mark. As for Hazel, "That was just a full moon accident…"

Her mum had mind-linked her telling her the Beta was watching her. She didn't want to seem like a weakling, it was a privilege that the beta taught her privately. She didn't want to bring shame to him so she transformed and charged at the girl. Helen didn't expect her not to transform, that's why she kept coming at her. It felt as if she was in rage, she suddenly couldn't see clearly as she tasted the girl's blood. It tasted sweet and she wanted more, she didn't know what happened, and only when she saw Kendrick's blood did she calm down.

He growled. “But I didn’t see…” “You wouldn’t. She cloaked herself.” Jeremy rasped. Beings such as warlocks and witches could cast cloaking spells to mask their presence, preventing others from seeing them and learning of their activities. Camille was his only lover with that power. She’d obviously made herself invisible to Vincent. Camille was half werewolf, half warlock. Her mother, who was responsible for her warlock side, was one of the eight council members of the pack. She was a very powerful warlock who was over a century old. And like her mother, Camille was powerful and smart. But Jeremy hadn’t thought Camille would attack Ryan too as she’d always been a very reasonable person. Apar

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for fate," Kieran said. "Even if it is massively fucked up." Marcus laughed from where James held him. "Oh, you haven't heard the best part. Tell her, brother. Tell her what the Shadow Hunters really are." Kieran's face went hard. "Not now." "Yes, now." Marcus's grin was vicious. "The Shadow Hunters aren't just survivors from collapsed realms. They're reality's antibodies. When someone becomes too powerful, too dangerous, they appear to eliminate the threat."

I looked up to see a figure rushing towards me—Camille! "—Betty!!!" Camille screamed. She knelt beside the huge dog, frantically stroking its fur. "Oh God... what happened!" I stared at her in horror. Why was Camille here? I hadn't found Draven but ran into Camille instead. Wasn't this like walking into a trap? "You!" Camille turned sharply to me, her usual kind smile gone. Her beautiful face looked sinister in the dim forest light. "Did you kill Betty?" she demanded.