Camille Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

And then, with a fierce cry, Camilla released that power. A surge of light erupted from her, a brilliant blaze that pushed back the darkness, forcing the shadows to retreat. Camilla’s eyes burned with intensity, the power radiating from her as she fought back with everything she had. Riccardo, now freed from the grip of the shadows, surged forward, his gun aimed directly at Ruiz. But Ruiz wasn’t finished. With a roar, he lashed out, the shadows snapping back into place like whips, striking toward Riccardo with deadly speed.

Camilla nodded with a smirk, clearly pleased, before she departed. "What lycanthrope horde?" Hudson asked, regarding me with suspicion. "Oh," I chuckled. "That's my own special army. It consists of strong werewolves—males and females—who are under a spell to carry out my commands." I smiled brightly. Hudson fell silent and then went after Camilla.

" Catherine continued with a chuckle. Camille nodded even though she was a little annoyed. Her grip on the pills strengthened. She considered how to ask Elena. The next day, according to the original plan discussed with Catherine. Camille asked Alpha Austin to drive her to Shadow Moon Pack. A few hours later, Camille was suddenly there. She was surprising the entire Shadow Moon pack. They whispered to each other, thinking Camille had died long ago. However, she returned looking even better than when she lived in the Shadow Moon pack. Meanwhile, Camille tried to restrain herself from getting carried away by the memories of that place, especially if she looked at the house left behind by Elder

“The paramedics were able to stabilize him before taking him to the hospital. Hopefully, he makes it and it wasn't anything fatal.” “Thank the goddess,” Melanie sighed in relief. “It's way past the time for dinner. Is anyone down?” Felicity asked, looking at her watch. Cassian downed the rest of his chalice. He opened a box and placed the cup back inside before putting it in his box. “It's nightfall and I have to get back.” I gasped, the truth hitting me for the first time. “You're a vampire,” I said. Cassian lifted one of his brows. “I think we've established that a long time ago.” He replied.

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

Aria advised. "I will eat since you have requested it of me," Damien said and gave Aria a quick smile. Aria blushed back and looked away. Normally, Camille would have noticed the sparks flying right before her eyes and made teasing comments about it but she was too lost in thought. She was caught in her own head. Imprisoned by her memories. The werewolf hunters affected her mental health. It provoked memories that she had struggled to keep buried. She got on her feet abruptly and cleared her throat. "I think I'll leave you be. I need to get some rest," Camille said.

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

Her amber eyes scanned Elena’s shivering frame, lingering on the thin linen shift that was stained with dirt and dry blood. ​"The great White Queen of the Continental Council, reduced to a shivering rat in her husband's iron traps," Camille sneered. "You thought your ancient bloodline made you untouchable, Elena. You thought a fated bond could protect an uneducated omega from a high-ranking court female." ​Elena did not look at Camille. She forced her head upward, her silver-gold eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous light as she locked her gaze onto the two elite executioners blocking the threshold.

“I expected a queen. Not a servant.” The words cut through the room like a blade. I do not lift my head. I do not react. But inside my chest, my wolf growls. Careful, I warn her. Not yet. The voice belongs to Damien Southwell. His tone carries open insult, the kind a warrior uses when he wants to test weakness. “I was told an Alpha from the Shadow Pack would arrive,” Damien continues coldly. “Instead we get an Omega girl with a rag in her hand.”

Allied packs terminated their contracts with him, willing even to pay heavy penalties just to sever ties. Everything—every downfall—traced back to him, a wolf who betrayed his mate. And those who hated him went further—they hacked his phone and leaked every flirtatious message he'd exchanged with Chanelle. That was when I learned he had used a shopping app to contact her. No wonder I'd never found their conversations before. But now, I didn't care anymore. Whether Nicholas lived well or not, it no longer had anything to do with me. As for Chanelle, an omega, her situation was far worse. Everyone in the Blood Shadow Pack despised her, calling her the homewrecker who ruined the bond between th