Izzy Lightwood Novels & Stories

The Lycan king however had a blank expression on his face , like an empty shell with none of the emotions or feelings inside. I turned around to face him. His gaze was piercing into mine, yet his icy blue eyes were burning with fury. His body was tense, like he was about to attack at any given moment. I limped to where the moon flame was and hesitantly, I placed my hand against it . I felt warm, the heat emanating from the fire was strong and soothing. My muscles relaxed and I slowly felt I had been proven innocent. Suddenly a burning pain shot through my hand. I shrieked trying to pull it away but was unable to.

he explained. Taurus still can’t even believe it. He blinked his eyes twice and again, glancing at Emily. The light in her palm was marvelous, yet it had a mix of fire elements. She’s burning as the light glows around her. "Defy me; no mercy will be given." Emily roared thunderously. "I’m no queen; I have the power." In just a snap, the light in her palm vanished. Her expression was blank; even her eyes were grim. She wore her dangerous smile at them.

"My name is Zyxhiaxy Xedler, and from now on, I will reign over this company." And from that moment on, their gazes didn't leave each other. While Styx was wondering how this woman made it standing inside his office now after being announced as dead, Zyxhiaxy was cursing him and killing him in her mind.

"How can I help you Zia?" "Want to show him my new Elixer. But it can wait till later. I also finished the little tribute for the competition." Zia then passed a pouch over to her. "The ingredients you gave me worked fine. Here is the portion for you to offer. Oh, he finished already?" Bright light finished around Ren's body. His hair took on a luster of dark purple with blood red tips. His eyes turned a darker silver as he blinked. An intent of malice passed before it receded.

I said, my memories resurfacing. "That was Zoe," Lyra confirmed, her expression serious. "Okay!" I acknowledged, my mind racing. "What should I do?" "You don't have to do anything," a voice intervened, distinct from Lyra's. I turned to face the newcomer, and my eyes widened. Zoe stood before me, her presence radiating an aura of darkness. Lyra swiftly positioned herself between us, her stance protective. "Zoe!" Lyra warned, her tone firm. Zoe's gaze locked onto mine, her eyes gleaming with intensity.

It felt like a chain breaking, like something that had been wrapped around her ribcage her entire life suddenly gave way all at once, and she heard a voice that definitely wasn’t hers say “ENOUGH.” Victoria froze mid-strike with her claws still extended, her entire body going rigid like she’d been turned to stone. Then light exploded outward from Lily’s body in waves that weren’t golden like werewolf power and weren’t the sickly red that vampires gave off. This light was violet, the exact color of twilight right before full dark, and it pushed everything away from her. Victoria went flying backward into the wall hard enough to crack stone, the guards were thrown in opposite directions. Even

Zack, Violet, Ken, and Sir Jason were now heading back to the headquarters after their successful mission. It was then that Violet finally opened up about her curse. Since childhood, Violet had kept her eyes closed as it was the only way for her to access her special power. Although this had helped her on multiple occasions, it had also put a strain on her emotional health over the years. "I'm able to open my eyes, but I can't see. I'm blind from a curse," she began, her voice soft yet quavering with emotion. "But when I close my eyes, I can see people's aura. That's why I've kept my eyes closed since I was a child—to train in swordsmanship without sight."

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

"Silas, what did you do?" "I told you, Zora," Silas said, stepping back behind a line of armored Mediators. He looked like a man watching his favorite movie reach the climax. "The Seventh Sub-Level was just the nursery. This is the finished product. Meet Lyra. She’s everything you were supposed to be before you let your 'human' heart rot your potential. She is the Light-Void. The counter-balance."