Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

The sudden sensation of his cold hands on my shoulders startled me out of my trance, and I jerked my head up to find him standing behind me, his face pale and drawn despite the warm glow of the firelight. “Hey,” I said softly, offering him a thin smile. “How are you holding up?” Chris shook his head, his eyes distant, haunted. “I don’t know.” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he stared at the fire. “I keep trying to think of a way to save him, but…” “But Leonard won’t go to the human world for treatment,” I finished for him. I had heard everything earlier, of course; the walls of the small cottage were thin. Thankfully, the Elders had left by the time Chris and Leonard had gone into m

Dustin came undone, his knees giving in underneath his weight, nothing was holding him up but Noah’s hold. Noah's grip slackened, and his sword slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground. A heartbeat earlier, he had conjured the weapon from pure mana, the blade shimmering with an otherworldly glow. But now, as the realization washed over him, the name finally clicked into place. Christopher. His wolf, his constant companion in this perilous world, had a name, and with it, the truth unraveled before him. He was a shifter.

asked her again. "You are beautiful and also kind." Skandar praised and that was honest, the famous Skandar Alexander Hemingway who never praised a single woman overtly had just praised a girl directly. The man's hand had already gone up to Charisa, and touched his wife's jaw. Skandar's eyes nailed all his movements. The man's iris was very black, too black and dark. There was a lot of fog in the man's eyes, and Charisa didn't have enough experience to read what the mist meant.

Stuart added. I felt exceedingly grateful to him. "Mr. Holden, for the time being, could you please keep it from Edgar that I'd copied his chat history?" I didn't want Edgar to be prepared. I wanted to catch him off-guard. Stuart nodded in agreement. I'd gotten what I wanted.

Out of nowhere, his hand cracked across my face. "Claire, remember who you're dealing with. I'm the Alpha of this pack! "You're nothing but an Omega. Without me, you're nothing!" I could not help but laugh, staring right back at him. His face was beet red, eyes burning holes into me. "Leaving me is going to hurt your wolf, you know that, right?" His kindness was always just for show. It was a good thing I was ready for that. I pulled away from him, slow but sure, and told him straight.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Candice "How's this?" Max asks from above me. "A little higher." "This?" "Perfect, keep it right there." I turn and grab the staple gun and pass it to him. He is high up on the ladder, so I have to go up a few steps to hand it to him while he holds the string of lights. I move back down the steps and bump into a very firm and familiar body. I turn around and smile up at Austin as he helps me down the last step. He places his arm over my shoulders as we both look up at the completion of decorations around the club. There are green and red lights everywhere. A large Christmas tree in the center of the room where the dance floor normally is, and about two hundred wrapped presents for the local

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Christian let out of sad chuckle, "because I am too selfish. In my whole life, I just think of joining the army. But when I studied in college I fall in love with your mother. I even tried to snatch her away from my friend who also loves her deeply. She abandoned her dream for me and we were happy together. But later I got a job in the army and I leave her but I promised her, I will come back. But I will become so ambitious that I forget my promise. I never contacted her and even never picks her call. She tried a lot of time but I rejected her brutally, saying I am busy. She even didn't mind my behaviour because she loves me. Later, my family arrange a marriage for me and even announced this