Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

His eyes began to hurt from the intense brightness. Seconds later, the giant trolls were all blocked by the white light that came in between them and the great armies. The light made a cut across the battlefield separating the two parties. It was almost like a huge wall now. Its height going up to a hundred meters. King Sindrion Celeste looked at his wife knowingly. The others remained shocked and confused by the magical great light. Just before any of them could recover, the wall of light started to move forward, in different directions, like a semicircle expanding.

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

Before I could protest, a soft, mocking voice floated from behind. "Tracy, I'm just following Mr. Smith's orders. No need for thanks. Had I known the troubles you were facing, I would've brought this to you myself." She glanced at the cash with disdain, shaking her head as if it were nothing. "Don't tell me this is all you've managed to save over the years, Tracy. I could make this much in a month." I brushed off her words, intent on getting my money back from the doctor. However, as I neared the staircase, a kid came barreling towards me.

He let out a small huff, "You owe me more than just that." I looked up quickly, our eyes locked, and suddenly I found myself lying down with him close. "I meant what I said before. I want you to be with me." I tried to wriggle free, "Mr. Lloyd, you can't be serious, please let me go." His eyes looked so sad, and I felt a tear from his eye touch my face. "Wendy, don't you remember me at all?" "Mr. Lloyd, you..." "Just call me Thomas."

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and all I want is blood every last one of them will pay And me and Tory will heal I was lost in my thoughts when my phone rang and I look down at it It’s Tory I just smiled it’s the call I’ve been waiting on I’ll finally have all their information and my revenge can begin it’s time they p

"I suppose we haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Christopher, but most people call me Chris. Christopher is way too…pretentious for my liking." "How'd you get in here?" she probed, still trying to decipher his intentions. Christopher reached into his pocket and pulled out a key similar to the one Sawyer had used only hours ago. "How did you—" "I told Sawyer I wanted to bring you some new furniture. Oh! That reminds me." He bent down and extended a hand into the bag that was on the floor beside him. Waverly glared at his arm, which was covered in numerous tattoos, forming a sleeve, with the Crimson Shadow sigil placed in the centre.

At this moment, Gerald’s figure was very swift and violent as he counterattacked with unrestrained sword moves, piling up one after the other. Christopher could only get busy avoiding the penetrating power of the Dawnbreaker right now. However, when he turned around, the sword was already striking him. Christopher panicked as he responded to the attack. Yet, it seemed as though the short blade was alive, and it focused on attacking all of Christopher’s flaws instead. Christopher’s eyes opened wider and wider in utter disbelief. At this moment, he could not respond in time, and he got hit in the chest by the Lightbane. He rolled over as he fell to the ground, and a bloodstain quickly spread o

The door was cracked open. “Should we go in?” I whispered. Kelvin stepped in front of me. “Let me go first.” He pushed the door open. It creaked loudly. Inside, the room was full of books, herbs, candles, and jars. But no sign of Christopher. Then a voice came from the shadows. “You brought the Flame into my home again.” We turned quickly. Christopher stepped out of the dark corner. He looked older than before, tired, but his eyes were sharp.