Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

If he opts to discard me in her favor, I will depart with nothing since I didn't possess alpha status. I wasn't sure how it would unfold, but I could feel it wouldn't end well. As we ran, Scarlett and I felt an intense ache in our hearts, and there was no need to think about what was transpiring. Jack and I were connected through our marking, so I would feel the suffering whenever he was intimately connected with someone.

At the top, in bold letters, it read: SHADOW SORCERER COMMUNITY. "Mostly Dark Sorcerers," Caspian said, pointing at photos of people with proper creepy, dead eyes. "But look at this—a few White Sorcerers too. They’ve turned coat." I flicked through the pages. This lot seemed proper organized. They were snatching hybrids or elemental wolves to rip out their hearts—exactly what almost happened to me. The trouble was, neither I nor Caspian knew what their end game was yet.

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.

“What is he?” “A Shadowsynger. It’s a type of wolf shifter.” “He has similar powers to you.” “Yes, he does.” “Why?” She holds my gaze, unblinking. “I don’t have an answer for that. Shadowsyngers went extinct during the great war with the Gods several thousand years ago. Sometimes these things just… show up. Like the fox.” She still holds my gaze and looks more than unsatisfied with my answer. “You look alike.” “So I’ve been told.”