Clary Fray Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Not from the forest. From inside the keep. “HELP! THE CLAWS! THEY’RE TURNING!” Nyx’s voice rang out from the sub-levels, sounding like he was being strangled. The cliffhanger: Lyra and Silas turned toward the entrance of the South Wing. The Shadow Claws—the Obsidian Vanguard—were emerging from the shadows. But their eyes weren't violet anymore. They were a solid, mercury-white. The Council’s "Total Erasure" hadn't failed. It had just moved into the minds of the people Lyra trusted most.

I could feel Claire's powers increasing by the second as she stood defiantly in front of me, shielding my limp body with hers while focusing on the orb that was forming in her hands. The shadow hunter screeched, a horrible, high-pitched sound that sent chills down my spine. It recoiled, but Claire didn’t give it a chance to escape. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the orb at the creature, and it exploded on impact. The room lit up as the shadow hunter dissolved into a mist of darkness, evaporating into nothing. Silence fell, broken only by the sound of my labored breathing. I blinked, disoriented and still trembling from the shock of the attack. Claire rushed over to me, her face pale b

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

"A shadow, Sovereign. An old, pitch-black scent that smells like ash and dead stars. It didn't steal the supply crates left at the outpost. It didn't touch the iron reserves. It was sniffing the snow where your medallion shattered during the spring thaw. It’s hunting... it’s hunting the ancient line." Liam’s expression hardened into pure granite, every trace of human warmth leaving his features. The alpha within him took complete control. In a single fluid motion, he stepped in front of Anna, his massive broad shouldered frame completely shielding her from the door. His apex Lycan aura roared to life, a suffocating wall of pure frost and dominant intent meant to combat the freezing alien pre

The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt. "You truly made things incredibly difficult for me, Raegan. You made me waste so much precious time hunting you down," he hissed. Before I could recover, his fingers aggressively tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with immense force until I was looking directly into his face. The one countenance I had prayed to never encounter again was staring right back at me. His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips.

The blade she held was dripping with black blood—my blood. "The High Priest says thank you for the heart," Chloe whispered. The world went black. Who is Lyla, and is Rowan really a "harvester" of souls? Will Kaima survive a poisoned blade to the heart, or is this the end of the First Fang? Stay tuned for Chapter 9!