Izzy Shadowhunters Romane & Geschichten

Just watched. The shadows beneath her skin stirred, a low, dangerous hum in her veins. Malick’s grip on her arm tightened. “We need to go.” She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t look away from the faceless thing staring back at her. The wind rose again — and when she blinked, it was gone. Sierra stumbled backward, hands pressed to her temples as the shadows writhed under her skin. Her vision blurred, black tendrils snaking from her fingertips, lashing outward.

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.’

He just hopes that he wouldn't have to be picking up dead bodies. Zephyr appeared in a graveyard still in his wet clothes. His eyes were silver and were burning with anger. His steps were slow yet fast, he kept walking till he finally reached a grave with the name 'Sebastian Rose' A Shadow appeared beside Zephyr, the same shadow that has been following Penelope all around like a dog. "You knew all along, didn't you?" asked the shadow. Zephyr's lips curled up into a huge smirk, his eyes were glowing brightly in the darkness. He was losing control of his mind already.

“We smell her… we taste her…” Zayn’s jaw clenched. “Adrien! They won’t stop until they devour every shard of her essence. Every piece of her.” Adrien’s heart lurched. His vision blurred with fury. “Then we’ll tear them apart first!” He hurled himself forward again, his silver glow burning brighter than before. But the hunters were endless. One dissolved, another appeared. For every beast Adrien struck down, another dropped from the storm, each more twisted than the last. Winged shapes shrieked overhead, their talons slicing through the air.

Chapter 4: The Feast of Shadows Karina’s heart hammered in her chest as the vampire’s words echoed in her mind. *The Third Prince of Zorana*. A bloodline. A kingdom. She wasn’t just some ordinary orphan—she was part of a story far darker and more complex than anything she could have ever imagined.

I drifted toward them and smiled sweetly. “Good afternoon,” I said and they all snapped into an upright position, bowing politely. “Luna Evelyn,” one of them said to me. I put on the most innocent face while, deep down, my heart pounded. “I'm sorry for eavesdropping but you guys looked so serious, is something wrong?” One of younger pack members, a girl named Clara I think it was, bit her lip. “We were just… talking about Hazel. Is it true what people are saying? That she's a woman from Shadowclaw?”