Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

The twins sleep under a protection ward, their room sealed with wolfsbane and ash. Midnight. The lights flicker. “He’s here,” you whisper. The shadows bleed first. They pool beneath the door, thick and viscous, before rising into a humanoid shape. Zane steps from the darkness, his eyes twin coals. “Last chance, Zara.” His voice echoes unnaturally. “Give me the abominations, and I’ll spare you.” Ryland lunges. They collide like storms—Zane’s shadow-wreathed claws against Ryland’s razor fangs. You dart toward the twins’ room, but the shadows coalesce into a wall.

“ZAIDEN! Enough. You don’t get to threaten my friend.” He looked down at me with that cool, dangerous smirk. “She grabbed you first, princess.” Before I could strangle him, another aura crashed into us and this time it was colder, sharper, and darker. Zyran. He appeared beside us like a shadow given shape, jaws clenched, eyes narrowed. If Zaiden was a wildfire, Zyran was the avalanche waiting to bury you alive. “What’s happening here?” Zyran asked quietly, and somehow that was worse.

Christopher and Zyter exchanged a fierce glance, their determination unshakeable. Suddenly, the tranquility shattered as the Blood Ghosts emerged from the darkness. They materialized before the hunters, their red eyes glowing with malice. The sight sent shivers down Christopher's spine, but he steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. The Ghosts were relentless, their numbers seemingly endless.

), and dim lanterns casting intimate glows. Zane's bound to a chair, silver hair loose, amber eyes defiant but curious. "Back for more, scholar?" he sneers, but his gaze flicks to Ardyn and Kaelen, heat simmering under pride. "Oh, definitely," I say, grinning as we circle him. Ardyn locks the door; Kaelen loosens his collar. "But first, talk. Shadow Guild, functions, location, everything." The novel's pull tugs, but we're twisting it: delicious extraction, group-style. My cock hardens at the thought, this body eager.

Zayn Tali purses his lips while leaning against the old well in the center of Eurye’s market district. With his eyes, he follows the progress of a woman in a black cloak and two preteen shifter girls squealing in delight as the witch bounces on her heels, straddling a wiry old broom, with the two girls seated behind her. In a flash, the broom is airborne, and the girls screech in delight, the trio zooming through the crowd, people jumping to get out of their way.

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

I said, out of nowhere. “What?” Lucas asked. “The 15 vampires left with Lacy.” I said. “It was daytime.” Lucas said. “Exactly. They are half breeds as well. Day walkers.” I said. “Alright. So, they’ve started changing werewolves. We’ll get the word out.” Lucas assured me. “That’s not what I mean.” I said. “What then?” He asked. “Why would Lacy need 15 vampires to go anywhere with her if she’s a half breed and can walk in the daytime?” I asked.

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END

Sebastian found the first one three weeks later. I was working with Maya in the infirmary when he burst in, his violet eyes wild with urgency and something that might have been excitement. "I found one," he said without preamble. "A Shadowborn descendant. Young. Untrained. Completely unaware of what she is." My heart stuttered. "Where?" Northern territories.