Izzy Lightwood Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.