Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

As I walked, I could feel the presence of someone. I followed my instinct, I didn’t need directions. My body remembered the path, the same one I had taken years ago when I used to steal away from the endless punishment to hide among the archives. That was where i had met him for the first time, the man the court called Light, though no one remembered why. Some said it was because his eyes carried the glow of dusk... Others whispered he had lived since before the rise of packs and kingdoms, a scholar from a time when magic was written in blood. To me, he had always been simply the only person who spoke to me as though I was truly significant.

For the first time since entering the chamber, uncertainty flickered visibly across his face. One of the guards shoved him forward roughly. Christopher looked toward the sacred flames again. Then toward Denver standing untouched inside them with Alec beside him. Hatred twisted sharply across his face. Slowly, Christopher stepped toward the barrier. The silver flames crackled faintly as he approached. Then he reached out. The second his hand touched the light— He screamed. The force threw him backward hard enough that he crashed onto the stone floor several feet away. Gasps exploded throughout the hall. Fear rippled visibly through the crowd now.

Now I know, just like me, they have supernatural aid. "How is that even possible?" my father asked. "We have to catch one to find out, your majesty. Honestly, I was worried when they refused your authority, and the rate at which they recovered was deadly. The only ones that died were the ones that we took off their heads and the others that touched the light," Christopher said, hiding the fact that the light came from me.

While Ava poses as a model often, she was studying business management with Emily, making them BFFs. "Hi, Olivia, or should I call you Summer? I am Christopher Lawrence, and my father is a co-sponsor of the pack's basketball game. My older brother is Enzo Lawrence. You might have seen him in the game," the young man said, as he flashed his perfect white teeth at me. He was so tall, his chiseled frame revealing in the white top he wore, paired with black trousers and shoes. "Christopher, what are you up to? She is fụcking her adopted brother. Stay away from her!" some of the students growled at Christopher, as he was a Beta Wolf by blood.

“Do you get to visit?” “No. They haven’t allowed anyone near him, it’s been twenty years, I don’t even know if he is alive anymore sadly.” He said looking at him. “My hatred for the Council goes beyond anything, that is why I chose darkness. I was supposed to be good, Nick wanted me to be good. But since I have hated for the Council, I turned my back on them, I let the darkness consume my soul, I devoured any good I had left and let the darkness eat me alive.” “I don’t think you’ve let all your light go to the darkness.”

"Exactly. Rumor has it his company's cash flow is dead in the water, he's swamped with debt, and now he's probably homeless." My hand, holding a champagne flute, hesitated for a split second. I had not expected his downfall to come so swiftly. Out of nowhere, the lights in the hall dimmed. Elliott was on stage, his eyes finding mine. "Jo," he said, my name alone hanging in the air, "people often ask me about the greatest, most pride-worthy thing I've ever done." He paused, letting the suspense build, then went on. "There's only ever been one answer, and that's meeting you."

When Evelyn was walking leisurely through a fairly quiet street, suddenly a man in a black robe blocked her way. Evelyn suddenly stopped her footsteps, staring at the strange man in surprise. Evelyn's hairs stood on end in fright. "W-who are you?" Evelyn asked with sweat already dripping with fear. "I'm Christopher," the man replied turning to face Evelyn, smiling showing his sharp fangs. That man's aura is also very strong. That man is Christopher, he came to the human world on purpose to disrupt Edward's plans. Christopher is also eyeing Evelyn to give to his father. The werewolf's vendetta against Vampires is endless.

The two men stopped sparring, sweat creased Adam's face and along his chest. Christopher handed his sword back to Adam. "Thank you for the lesson." He gave Adam a easygoing look. While the young Adam Henry bothered me, Christopher liked him, probably because they hadn't had years to despise each other. Christopher hadn't betrayed my mom yet nor had he been in the service of the vampire queen. He hadn't even been born. For Chris being here must've been so freeing. And he obviously respected Adam. I watched him with new eyes, happy that he and I had the opportunity to become friends.

’ Chichi thought while looking at Christopher’s scary facial expression. Christopher then moved away but was still looking into her eyes. “Chichi, I am a robot, and my power is flight. I also possess a dragon.” He confessed again. Chichi’s eyes widened while listening to him. “No, please stop that.” Chichi was still denying what she was hearing from Christopher’s mouth. Christopher then raised his hand upwards. He looked upwards and Chichi followed his hand with her gaze. Then Christopher groaned. “Aaaargh!” Chichi’s eyes widened when she saw a light, it just flashed from Chritopher’s hand and got wider.