Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Lyra’s dagger trembled in her hand. “Something worse.” Torin’s claws scraped the stone, his eyes grim. “It’s not over.” The crack widened, crimson light flooding the chamber. A figure emerged not Drenvar, not the Daughter, but Zane, Aria’s former mate, his eyes glowing crimson, his fur rippling with dark power. He held a new shard, smaller, sharper, pulsing with the Abyss’s heart. “You thought you won?” Zane said, his voice a sneer. “The Abyss chose me.”

she repeated, teasing me before sauntering off. It was a vacuum here. Everywhere was dark. Zita had pure daffodil colored eyes that beamed radiantly. She had supervisions, and same for Wendy who had brigy onyx-amethyst, or dark purple eyes as she called it. Well, I needed to use my super vision. Shifting to my vampire form, the entire place shone brightly. I could see even germs roaming around- well, maybe not that superior. We searched our asses out. Well maybe there was no way we could find that book. Did the book even exist, or was there ever a book like that.

It was at this time, Zayn got to the entrance of the Alpha's house, and behold, his eyes descended on the approaching figure, who appeared just like a mini goddess in his eyes! Anita's eyes also fixed into him, her silvery like grey eyes reflecting in his dark brown eyes..... It felt as if time had just froze, and everything halted! The same moment, Ralph, Arnold, Anabelle, and Vera appeared, behind Zayn, who was already in a trance. Anita was unfazed unlike Zayn, but her thirst for bloodlust had intensified! She shifted her eyes to the set of people she noticed and narrowed her eyes slightly at them.

The city hummed beyond—vampire bankers leaving marble halls, witches lighting sigils in skyscraper penthouses, humans oblivious to the power war that rippled beneath their feet. Inside Lucien’s car, Zaria sat beside him. Close enough to touch, close enough to feel the heat of his body faltering beside her, but he didn’t move. He sat like stone, jaw set, eyes fixed forward. Only the faint tremor in his hand, resting against his thigh, betrayed the pain. Silas drove. Rowan rode shotgun. Mara and Nadia Clarke followed in the car behind, their presence a constant reassurance through the bond of loyalty. Zaria’s fists curled. She couldn’t bear the silence, couldn’t bear the metallic tang of blood

"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.

Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura. Subject considered dangerous. Unfit for training. Recommend termination if found. His breath caught. That’s her. It had to be. Sierra wasn’t just another girl hiding in the back of a classroom. She was the ghost of a project that was supposed to be wiped from history. And her mother—the sorceress—she was more than just powerful. She’d been feared. Feared by kings. By generals. By the Dr

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Her fingers twitched as she focused her power. Aria, seeing an opportunity, charged at Zyra. But just as she was about to strike, Zyra’s eyes flashed a deep shade of red. She raised her hands, and every stone in the vicinity lifted into the air, swirling around her like a storm. With a flick of her wrist, the stones flew towards the Nightshade fighters, striking them with precision and force. Chaos erupted as the Shadow Heart pack fought back with ferocity. The woods echoed with the sounds of battle—growls, roars, and the clash of claws and teeth. Zyra’s pack members fought with unmatched strength and agility, their lycan forms a testament to their power.

I hide my dagger in the shadows before I start to swim near Leviathan. ‘I am not Belphegor’s henchman.’ I say. Perhaps starting to talk to Leviathan would allow me to get him to lower his guard. Leviathan has a weak spirit, but his strength is undeniable. If you ask me, I would say that he is just cowardly. ‘My name is Zarah and I am a hunter.’ ‘A hunter? Does that mean that you are going to kill me?!’ ‘No. I am not here to kill you.’ Drat. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that I was a hunter. ‘I am just here to see you.’