Christopher Lightwood Novels & Stories

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.

Unfortunately, they had no time for anything else than work, as Alistair surely wanted Damon in his hands as soon as possible, to quickly immerse him in the Lake of Darkness, so that he could safely complete his mission and get rid of the "chosen one" They created a kind of contrast - Marco had a dark complexion, black, slightly curly hair, while Chris was pale, with blonde hair in a very light shade. In addition, he was a head taller than his companion and terribly thin. Marco, on the other hand, had broad shoulders and an overall muscular body. They both wore knee-length black coats, trousers of the same color, and elegant shoes. From time to time both Marco and Chris winked at the girls t

They did not hold back, beating them fiercely. Adrian glanced at the blood on the ground and frowned. "Keep Fiona's eyes clean." His men were about to drag them out, but I stopped him. With Adrian's help, I got up, walked over to the man, and looked down at him. "You know Axel, don't you? Where is he now?" The man shook his head over and over. "I don't know, Ms. Sawyer. It's not my fault. I was just paid to do a job!"

Luca didn't pay any attention to her. "Christopher Russell,the son of the owners of Starlight hospital is here,and he's not alone." a grin set up on her face,she knew she was about to stir up a sleeping volcano "He's got your beautiful wife as company." She finally gained his attention. She smiled at him meanwhile,his handsome face was dead cold and did not return the smile. She gestured with her eyes towards the dance floor, "Look over there," she chuckled as he turned his head to the direction and he definitely didn't like what he was seeing.

His fists clenched. Then… he moved. Steady. Controlled. He knelt beside the nearest child. “Child… you’ve suffered,” he said softly, his voice carrying an unexpected gentleness. His hands hovered over the boy’s mangled limbs, serene blue light flowing out, dulling the pain. The child stirred, lifting his head weakly. “You came…” he whispered. “I knew you would…” “Who am I?” Chris asked quietly. “The Night Lord…” The boy struggled for breath. “My father said… the only one who would walk into a monster’s den… for someone like me…”

LIGHT'S POV My name is Light, Light Greyjoy, daughter of Liara and Aaron Greyjoy. Although most people say you act as you're named, some say your name determines what you are. However, I was different or maybe they were hypocrites, as in my case, I was the complete opposite of my name, I was darkness, I was terror and I was destruction. I didn't bring joy and happiness like my parent and everyone else expected, rather I was the terror that hunted their night. I was their darkness, I was their pain, their fear, and their tears. I light greyjoy, was the greatest villain of my time.

Quincy sat on the bank of the beach and he slowly took puffs of the weed and he found himslef smiling to himslef. Weed indeed made you the most high because he wanted to do nothing but officially commit suicide but he would hate when people say he got what he deserved after his death, it would be pointless. He wished he could turn back the hands of time an dhe would go back to being his follower’s baby. He did no wrong before thma nad they always made sure to defend him at the extent of everyone. His page has been on private for close to two weeks now and he had no idea when the trolling would stop.

Conrad holds me tight and shields me from their gazes until I’m ready, but continues the conversation. “Do any of you have records on fated mates or blessed wolves? Princess Rose said I’m the blood of light, but Prince Eli also called her the light”. King Florian takes a deep sigh and explains. “Blood of light means you are a demigod. She confirmed that you are a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess. Lewana light is different, as it was gifted”. Queen Ember thinks for a moment. I can see the gears turning in her mind as she works something out. “Could he sense the bond because he is a direct descendant? Alpha King Conrad's father would have also had this light, so could he sense it, and he