Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Hearing that the Shadow was fading from Damien broke my heart, even though I knew it had to be this way. "Does your kind ever stay where it belongs?" An old man took a seat next to me. I could smell the magic seeping out of him and I knew not only that he was a witch, but a powerful one. "We do as we please, just like your filthy kind. I need something from you!" I demanded, making the man laugh. "Why would I do anything for you?" "Because I asked nicely and you don't want me to ask any other way." I flashed my golden eyes at him. "My name is Christopher Knight. One of the few Shadows in this world and their Beta."

The moon had risen above us, bathing us in all its glory. 'She is not yours to take!' a female voice boomed at the dark avatar of Chris. 'She is a child of Light, not a puppet of the Shadow! Remove yourself from this sanctuary!' A blinding light erupted. I gasped for air as I was brought back to my senses, and fell to the ground. As afterimages flickered across my vision, I saw Chris stagger back, growling in pain as he clutched his eyes. They were red and bloodshot, as though someone had thrown pepper in them.

As Christopher spoke casually, Cyril noticed something extraordinary. The raindrops falling toward the man's head shattered with each word he uttered, leaving Cyril stunned. Christopher had mysteriously appeared at the Ludendorff family headquarters and then covertly connected with the vampires of the Dark Clans. His speed, energy, and influence were beyond Cyril's wildest imagination. This was the Outlands, the Western domain. Yet here was a Holtrien man moving freely, even boldly insulting vampire archlords. Cyril could not help but think Christopher was terrifying. The subtle display of power left him completely bewildered.

His scrutinizing gaze seemed to search for something hidden within my expression. "I am aware of the reason for my presence here," I replied, maintaining a composed demeanor. "For the benefit of those who may be unaware," he continued, gesturing towards the wolves from different packs seated on the side of the room, serving as the jury, "Miss Lightwood stands accused of withholding crucial information. And not just any information. I'm sure you all have heard about the recent wave of unexplained attacks near the Spring Lake territory..." A murmur rippled through the room at the mention of the incidents. "It appears that this young woman possessed knowledge beyond what she disclosed."

I nodded weakly, reaching for the door handle, but before I could step out, Laura’s voice stopped me. “Val, be careful.” Her words sent another shiver down my spine as I walked through the hallway. He can’t know what he can’t see. Christopher’s face flashed in my mind, his distant, brooding expression, the way his fingers always traced the edges of the table to guide himself, just to walk. He wasn’t just blind. He was trapped. Isolated by choice? Maybe not