Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

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

And as I phased through him, I struck. My blade found his side. Sank deep. Tore through muscle and organs. Christopher gasped. Stumbled backward. Blood poured from the wound. "Impossible," he whispered. "You shouldn't have any power left." "I'm a Ghost Wolf," I said, breathing hard. "We survive. It's what we do." Christopher fell to his knees. The wound was bad. Fatal, probably. But he was still conscious. Still looking at me with those haunted eyes. "Finish it," he said quietly. "Complete your kill."

Michael frowned. "No, Chris is the destroyer. He'll kill you. " "Wait, this isn't right. I met a lady a month ago. She showed me a vision where I killed Chris. Ever since, I've been trying to prevent a fight between us. Nicholas frowned. Michael could see the confusion in his face. "How is that even possible? Chris is the dark one; he's the destroyer. I searched for ways to cure Chris's werewolfism to stop him from killing you. "

Hector The God of light Wisdom and creations Pov "Of course I'm still taking you." Christopher stated wryly. I gritt my teeth as I chuckled a self mocking chuckle. "Well than it's settled, I'm going on a vacation." Ariella sang gleefully. I said nothing even though every part of me wanted to yell at her to open up her eyes. Unfortunately I could do nothing with her here because the last thing I needed to do was release my anger before she left and cause the darkness in her to consume her.

"What are you planning to do now?" The question interrupted his actions,"Just talk" "A dinner or coffee would be more preferable over an abduction when it comes to talking." Lin slowly lifted Mei of the chair and prepared to head out. He stopped beside Bohai and said,"Sometimes things need to be done in a different way." Without waiting for a response Lin carried her away. Bohai stood there motionless for a moment. He closed the door and headed towards the balcony to make his exit. The tall black thick metallic gates creaked lightly as it was being opened. The vast meadow that followed only consisted of darker shades of green. The name suited it perfectly 'Blackmedows'.

“I-I assure you, they’re not lies! I-I know this must be upsetting to hear, but I speak the truth!” I glared at him. “Besides, he’s not your husband yet. And I can guarantee you’ll be glad he isn’t once you believe me,” Christopher continued, his voice low. I curled my lip, anger still hot in my chest. One more vile word out of his mouth and I would make sure he’d never rise above being a pathetic, unrecognised Rogue. Christopher looked to the warriors holding him, acknowledging them for the first time. “Fellas, why don’t you let me go for a moment? I’d like to show the lady something, it’s just in my front pocket-”

A man in a white suit and black cloak approached them. His hair was short and white, while his skin was slightly wrinkled. He had a holy cross necklace around his neck and two scabbards on his waist, one of them was empty. “Who are you?” The knight from the crowd asked. “Christopher Bright. A Hunter. Veteran rank” The man showed a white Hunter tag to the knights and stored it away. “It seems that this had turned into a vampire, perhaps.” “A vampire?” Christopher looked at the crowd, he was searching for someone. “You. You were with him, weren’t you?” He said while pointing at the woman that screamed earlier.

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

When I enter, I quietly close the door behind me and fish for the lock in the darkness, my hands shaking so much I almost give up and cry. Once I've finally locked myself in the dark room that I have no idea of what it's purpose is, I run my hands over the wall and find the light switch. All the lights flicker to life in an instant and a rather large movie room is revealed. Even with all the perfectly laid out blankets, comfy-looking chairs, a gigantic movie screen and a snack bar, the first thing I notice is the 'emergency exit' sign and it's bright red lighting.

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