Novel & Cerita Clary Fray Shadowhunters

Yes," Clara said, her amber eyes sparking with a sudden fatal spark of their own. She turned to face the dozens of high-ranking pack members who had been snarling at her, her regal aura spreading until it melded perfectly with Dominic's overpowering strength. The weight of their matching, fated auras was so thick, so perfectly in sync, that several younger betas in the rear row reflexively went to one knee, their instincts pushing them to surrender to their rightful masters. Clara looked at the head elder, her full lips twisting in a chilly, majestic smile. Your challenge is accepted, Sharon. Tonight I shall enter your Labyrinth of Shadows. I shall battle your feral animals and show your tra

Together, they pushed. The First Shadow screamed. "You cannot... defeat me..." "We're not defeating you," Clara said. "We're binding you. Forever." She reached into the shadow's core and pulled. The figure dissolved, its essence sealing into the shard. The Veil went still. Clara opened her eyes. She was lying in the great hall, surrounded by her pack. Elias knelt beside her. "Did we do it?" she asked. "We did it. The First Shadow is bound." She smiled weakly. "Good."

she whispered breathlessly, her eyes tearful. "Not exactly," Paoli disagreed. He held his hands out to ward her off when she stepped forward like she wanted to hug him. "Sorry. Cross," he reminded. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Emily cried. She quickly stepped back. Then a frown crossed her face when his words sank in. "What do you mean 'not exactly'?" she asked. "Wolfbane won't cure lycanthropy. All it does is stops the wolf from being able to take over the body. All the rage is still there, but now it has no outlet," he explained.

One swung at a creature, the metal slicing straight through its smoky form—but the shadow only split apart and reformed again, lunging forward. Another soldier shouted something I couldn’t make out before being swallowed by the haze. I couldn’t move. My body refused to listen. My heart hammered so hard it hurt, and all I could do was stare at the nightmare unfolding before me. A strong hand suddenly grabbed my arm, yanking me backward just as one of the shadowy things reached for me. I gasped and spun around—Corin. His face was grim, his jaw tight, his eyes glowing a fierce green in the half-light. “ Liora, what are you doing out here?” he shouted over the chaos.

“Please, tell me the truth. Everything, i need to know about me.” Her hands pause for a second before resuming. She swallows, then meets my eyes in the mirror, hesitation flickering across her face. After a long breath, she speaks. “Well, you are Clary Huston,” she says quietly. “Daughter of one of the most respected werewolf families in Athens. Your parents hold influence, power. They protect humans without anyone ever realizing it, without knowing who or what keeps the balance.” The information feels new to me. “Then why did I poison myself?” I ask, my chest tightening.

- Clary's POV - "Clary!" I heard his scream coming from the magical forest. I was too shocked to hear his voice. I wasn’t ready to even hear it. I wasn’t prepared for any interaction with him, and I had no plans to have one. He was never in my plan. I could not forgive him for colluding with Andrea, the wolf who killed our child. I could never forgive both of them.

“Careful, Damien. She sounds a little like you.” Damien turned with a snarl, but Ethan stepped forward, his expression unusually solemn. His eyes flicked from Clara to Damien, then back to Clara again. “She’s right. This isn’t just your war. It’s hers. You saw it tonight. The Shadowfangs wouldn’t risk this unless they feared what she’s becoming. If you shield her now, you prove them right.” Clara’s breath shuddered. Both men—both forces—were circling her, one burning with desperate protection, the other with ruthless reason. But her heart hammered with clarity.

“Then die for her.” He extended his hand toward the shard, and the room trembled violently. The chains on the walls rattled, the floor cracked, and the shadows roared louder than before. The shard’s light flared, flooding the chamber with its sickly glow. And suddenly, Clara screamed—not in fear, but in pain. The shard’s energy lashed toward her, wrapping around her body like invisible fire. “Clara!” Adrian shouted, charging forward. Marcus moved to intercept, his cloak transforming into tendrils of shadow that lashed at Adrian like whips. Adrian slashed through them, but each one reformed, striking again and again.