Clary Fray Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

A Silverclaw warrior screamed as one coiled around his leg, dissolving flesh to ash. "To the mast!" Selene barked, her blade cleaving through the dark. "They're drawn to fear!" "Or *blood*," Nyxara purred in my mind. I flexed my hand, and starlight erupted, scattering the shadows. But they regrouped swiftly, thicker now, forming shapes-wolves with hollow eyes, serpents with human faces. *The Ouroboros Clan's welcome.* Rhydian's serpents lashed out, no longer tattoos but living things, their fangs tearing through the shadows. Eden's daggers followed, each strike leaving trails of molten gold. But for every shadow severed, two more surged from the sea.

And they shine the same shade of stormlight she carries. “Ares,” I whisper, “don’t attack. Not yet.” He tenses but freezes, gold flickering around him like warning light. Clara steps back half a step, lightning coiling around her wrist. “Why does it look like me?” It takes another step forward, slow but purposeful. Not predatory. Not curious. More like… searching. I swallow, sensing the threads around us the web of power, fate, magic, memory and the creature’s aura slips right into the pattern.

So many people on Shadow’s shit list that it was a wonder none of them were dead yet. ‘And Claire,’ Shadow reminded him. In this state, his sense of smell was superior. It was what made him the most feared hunter at this academy because he could always find who he was looking for. But there had not been a hint of Claire's scent anywhere since the day she had gone missing. He was starting to wonder if the Council really had found her. ‘We’ll get her when she shows herself.” He reluctantly started to head back home. Shadow didn’t protest. He hadn’t since Isolation forced them to bond in a way he had never allowed before.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

And laughter. When they reached the final overlook, the sky had already darkened. From the cliff edge, they could see the spire again—rising like a black tooth from the center of the trench. But now, it pulsed. Not with light, but with breath. It was alive. And climbing its length was a figure wrapped in shadow and salt. “Ariyah,” Clara breathed. Or what was left of her. She shimmered with the memory of a woman—long hair, ceremonial robes, but her limbs bent wrong, like coral grafted to bone. Her face was smooth, but her eyes were voids.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Why would any father want his daughter to side with a demon killing lycan. But right now was not the time to dwell on those facts. Shadow’s breathing had steadied and as I looked at Clarissa her eyes widened in terror and she opened her mouth to scream. I barely turned around in time, slashing my claw that came streaked red.

The shadow warriors went into battle with the lycanthropes, fighting hard to stop the beasts from killing the dark angels and wiping out their kind. With a shout of fury, with rage boiling through his bloodstream, Xavier whipped out his shadow weapons and lunged, bringing it down on the lycan that killed Bazaar some minutes ago. The lycan roared and raised his claws to strike the approaching shadow warrior but he wasn't quick enough. The shadow weapon plunged into his head and broke out through his back. The beast fell down dead, blood gushing out from where the shadow weapon had been. Not sparing a glance at the dead lycan, Xavier crawled up to Layla and pulled her lifeless body into his ar

"It's not me you should worry about." She was cut by his genuine dread. Because Ash didn't fear the hunters. He wasn't afraid of Ronan. He wasn't afraid of fighting. But whatever stalked the trees now? It made him afraid for her. The shadow stopped moving. Everything went still. Clara's breath caught as two glowing eyes opened in the dark ahead — not wolf- gold or hunter-white. These were pale. Icy. Unblinking. And ancient. Ash pushed Clara behind him completely now, his body curled and ready.