Izzy Lightwood Novels & Stories

she asked, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. Liam looked up, his honey brown eyes meeting hers. “Yeah, sure,” he replied, though his tone showed a hint of reluctance. He shifted slightly, exposing the bandages wrapped around his torso. Zayla carefully unwrapped the cloth as she knelt beside him, revealing the angry red scars beneath. Her fingers brushed against his bronze skin, and energy coursed through her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the warmth of her magic. The healing light enveloped her hands, and she felt the wounds begin to mend under her touch.

Zyair stretched his arms up and down, and Omri approached him after hearing Zyair’s statement. “What do you mean? We’re not going to kill her, are we?” Omri formally stood in front of Zyair while waiting for his answer. Even though he sees this guy ironically as he is, he trusts Zyair. “Of course no, you dumb-ol-brat. Souls are fragile but they glow as who they are.” He smiled, waiting for Omri to guess what he meant. “Let Yuna be seen by Deyonne?” Omri, he guessed it right that it made Zyair nod. “That’s the Light pillar.”

I have a mind to punch her crystal teeth in. Oshmin becomes distracted when he looks out onto the field to see a bright ball of glittering energy causing a mass of eyti to demolecularise. As that patch of the field becomes clear, I recognise the face of Yildiz, battling alongside her sisters. She looks different since I last saw her, most notably the streaks of azure blue in her hair and it seems she got a hell of a power boost. Makes me wonder if Gabriella will experience something similar.

Then, Xzavion thrust his other arm forward, sending another amethyst-gold Sword Light directly toward Yadira. Yadira's shield shattered from the impact of the Sword Light, blowing her away and leaving her severely injured. “Grand Stewards, aren’t you going to do something?” Wyot suddenly roared. At his outcry, Truett and Rebella exchanged glances. Just as they were about to take action, Xzavion thrust both palms forward, unleashing countless amethyst-gold Sword Lights directly at Wyot’s shield.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

She didn't move to touch it, but her eyes went to the symbols anyway, and her expression shifted in recognition, or close to it. "A woman of silver blood," I said, "born low and forged in fire, will either crown a new age or burn the old one to ash. I've spent eleven years chasing that sentence, Gina. Eleven years, and then a scullery maid appears in the Lycan palace and the oldest wards in this kingdom light up around her like she was expected." "That doesn't mean it's me." "Doesn't it?" I tilted my head. "You transformed a set of standing stones outside a royal forest without meaning to. You've unraveled two grown women's minds without laying a hand on them.

Tonight, the moon goddess stopped mocking me. Tonight, I slipped into Wolves-Heaven unnoticed. The city lights pulsed like a living heartbeat as I followed two familiar figures through the streets. Violet. Zoey. They were laughing. Laughing. My chest tightened painfully. Violet wore a dress I had never seen before… black, soft, dangerous. It clung to her like midnight itself. Her hair spilled over her shoulders like liquid shadow, catching flashes of neon light. Men stared openly as she passed, hungry eyes devouring every movement.

The alliance members cheered, their voices raised in celebration. But then, a powerful Void Walker appeared. It was larger than the others, and its dark energy was stronger. "This is the Void Walker leader," Zara said. The Void Walker leader attacked, its dark energy causing destruction everywhere. Zara fought back, using the power of the Light Crystal. The battle was intense, but Zara was stronger. She used the power of the Light Crystal to create a powerful blast of light, destroying the Void Walker leader. "We did it!" Zara said.

She chuckled. “Yeah,” Lydia said. “Go on.” She waved her friend off, who giggled and raced back into the pack house. Lydia sat there for a minute when she suddenly felt something stir within her. Her vision became blurry, and she felt herself leaning back against the bench. She wondered if it was the wine affecting her, but she thought werewolves didn’t get drunk—this wasn’t her first time drinking. A sharp pain pierced her head, and slowly, she closed her eyes as darkness engulfed her.

We had each other and that is what it meant when two people decided they would fight together. Zoey is the main character, she’s just a pup, and she begins to glow with her eyes turning a deep blue. She was panting slightly and sat up, lifting her hands to call into being the magic that ran through her body. I could sense the primal energy rising within her to combat the evil, I could hear probing at us for weakness.