Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

Christopher would let the person know that he was dead. After that, Christopher would kill that person once his guard was down, ending things once and for all. However, after bumping into Xyla Quest, his plan changed. He didn’t want to kill someone in front of her. He didn’t want to taint her eyes. Hence, he changed his mind. “I believe you,” Xyla said confidently. Who was Christopher? He was like a king in this environment. In his position, why would he put himself in danger? Also, how could anyone easily fool him?

she said, and I groaned, rolling my eyes. “What does Lachlan want?” I asked in annoyance. “It’s Christopher Mallory, sir,” she said instead, and I widened my eyes in shock. What the hell does that lunatic want? I had always been sceptical about that guy. Lachlan was open. I hated him because I could detect who he was easily. But Christopher was different. He was sinister but in an unusual way. He was the perfect example of one who could smile with you and stab you behind and would have you defending him, even in that dying moment.

Sarah looked at me and then at Christopher and Christopher says, “He does have a point. With Joshua gone he has no one to feed off. He had to of left to find his next victim.” “Are you sure?” Sarah asks him. “I’m not sure but we have a pack of wolves, hybrids, and a Covent behind us here. He would be stupid to step foot near you while you are here.” Christopher tells her and he is right. Christopher fought beside us and I would fight to save Sarah beside him. Sarah then said, “You’re right.” And headed into the packhouse but I could clearly see she was still worried. “So, am I cured?” I asked Christopher, hoping to get a real answer out of him.

The firelight danced across his face, softening the edges of his features. “He did love once,” he said after a moment. “His mate. A powerful she-wolf from the Eastern Ridge.” Serena leaned forward slightly, drawn in. “She left him,” Alexandro continued, voice calm, low. “For someone else. A warrior from her own pack. She broke the bond, publicly. It humiliated him. Wounded him in a way no blade ever could.” Serena’s lips parted. “That must have destroyed him.” “It did,” Alexandro said. “But he didn’t show it. Not the way others do. He buried it. Deep. And let the bitterness shape him.”

commented Mei. “Wait!” "In the dark night I hid my secrets"

I said with a smirk on my face. His mood changed after hearing his name and he seemed shocked that I knew who he was, well, that is not surprising since he came to London in secret. “What do you mean," he stated with a serious tone as if it were a threat. “ I mean, I wonder what a Don is doing in London in secret?” Shocked, he asked, “Who are you?!” “Ohh, me, well, I'm Xander Darkwood.” I responded. “Wait I don't think I heard right, it seemed like you said you were Xander Darkwood?” he asked still in his drunken state.

I imagine I would be more accepting of the truth now if I had grown up like the other kids. My name is Lucas Madden. I’m seventeen years old. I’m a high school dropout. I’m not a bad kid I think. I loved school. I was really good at it. I just had to stop to take care of my father. He’s a good father in his way, he is just having a hard time maintaining a job and he drinks a lot. I’m mature enough to hold my own so I started work a few months ago at a food truck in Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk in Los Angeles. For years, I’ve lived a somewhat normal life. Nothing out of the ordinary. Until yesterday. Wednesday in November. The beginning of it all.

It was a very quiet ride which I was okay with. I got out of the car and then faced Willow. "Thanks for the lift. I hope I see you sometime soon." "You'll see me a lot. I help my brother with his office. You'll see me almost every day." She smiled at me before driving away. I was screwed. I fell for the charming asshole and I knew how it was going to end. With me in a broken mess and him with a new girl but there was no way to stop it. I walked up to the door and it was unlocked. I threw the door open and walked in, the sight shocked me. There were clothes on the couch, the lamp, and the coffee table and I was quite sure the clothes belonged to Maya.

Paul nervously chuckled, releasing my hands. "Let me capture your photos now." Paul suggested, making his way across the room. "You seem to have captured everyone's liking, wife." Justin approached me and I stared at him. Then, Mr. Paul spoke up, "Camera lights are ready for action, sir." Justin gestured for me to proceed, but I shook my head;I wasn't quite ready yet. He furrowed his brows, I quietly looked away. "Don't tell me you're camera-shy." I heard Justin scoff.

He looks nice though but his eyes look tired. “Hello, Erin! I am Light. How are you? Please take a seat.'' I asked him to take a seat in front of me. Tentatively, he takes a seat and looks at me with mixed expression, mostly like he is sad or confused. “I am physically fine but mentally, a total mess.” he states and i almost choked on my saliva but i managed to stay calm. “There are phases in our lives that we have to cover either happily or forcefully.” I stated, “so, are you ready for the interrogation or do you need time?” what else to say, dude. I am your lawyer not your psychiatrist.