Novel & Cerita Izzy Shadowhunters

The jewelry piece slid down her arm, the cold sensation of the metal pressing against her skin. “Your birthday gift.” Seated, Roy rolled over and pulled on his shirt offhandedly. Willow’s downcast eyes fell on her phone. The clock just struck twelve, and it was October 19th. It was not her birthday, though. “Thank you.” Willow leaned closer to wrap her arms around Roy’s arms and pecked him on the cheek. With the phone ringing, Willow glanced over while Roy beat her to take the call. “Roy…” Sierra Burton’s whimpers echoed in the cramped car space.

’ Samantha demanded but her wolf ignored her when Scarlet purred at the sight of Zack coming out of the darkened shrubbery. If Samantha was being honest with herself, Zack was extraordinary with his black hair and blue eyes. His peculiar complexion made him stand out from any of the other members of the Shadow Pack. Even though the Shadow Pack members usually have brunette hair and gray eyes, Samantha was an exception as well as Sebastian to their mundane coloring. Both of them were brunette but their eyes made them stand apart as the sacred Ultima. Their eyes were red like two garnets twinkling underneath the moonlight When Samantha looked at him who stood merely feet away, she was still sp

There was no way she'd be able to sleep with so many questions in her head anyway. As they sat on Carrie's bed with bowls of cereal, Carrie began to explain. "Shadowbrook Academy is a school for supernatural beings, or genuses. It helps us develop and perfect our supernatural abilities, and also nurtures any natural talents or hobbies we have, all while giving us a regular education." Zeda's eyes widened as Carrie listed the different genuses in the academy: witches, mages, werewolves, vampires, and demons. She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

Darkness fell over the courtyard, heavy and complete, like it had been waiting to take its place. My chest tightened as I stepped back, my pulse racing now, my mind trying to catch up to what was happening. Something fast, moved behind me. I turned, but it was too late. The shadows rose from the ground, twisting and pulling themselves upward into shapes that didn’t belong in this world. Their eyes glowed faintly through the darkness as they locked onto me, and this time, there was no mistaking what they were. They came forward. All at once. “Corin!” I shouted, turning back toward where he had been, but he was gone. All of them were gone. The courtyard was completely empty, like they were nev

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

“Child of cursed blood… we come for you. You cannot hide from us. You belong to the dark.” Zaya clutched her head, falling to her knees with a strangled cry. Eli grabbed her arm, shaking her. “Zaya! What’s happening?!” The voice hissed louder. “Give yourself to us and the slaughter ends. Resist, and everyone you love dies screaming.” Her eyes flew open, glowing faintly with a silvery light she couldn’t control. The Shadowborn froze mid-attack, their crimson eyes fixating on her as though she were their beacon.

"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.