Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

☆☆☆ Inside It was foggy within but they could still see what lies buried within the cemetery, they walked stealthily like ghosts trying effectively not to attract unwanted attentions. The Zompires are dead creatures considered to be undead, their existence is a curse and an abomination of the hidden world itself. They are ludicrous and predictable unlike other creatures on the planet, they're visibly blind but attracted to noises and lights. They could transform others at will with just a bite but that differs between species. It hasn't been really tested on a dhampir but Rapidfire was not ready to try that out yet.

Jackson told me that they were here whenever I was ready. I could do this. There was no reason to be nervous. I took a few deep breaths before exiting the room, making sure to leave it open for Sadi who was currently lounging on the bed that Mira got for her. It was filled with toys, just like Jackson had mentioned when we first met. “Imeela, this is Ziyah, the Light Fae that I told you about,” Jackson said. “And this is her mate, Dante. The Alpha and Luna of the Shadow Falls pack.”

I turned toward the dark, the white-gold fire in my eyes burning with a new, lethal promise. If Dante died in these tunnels, I wouldn't just destroy the Council. I would burn the entire world until there was nothing left but ash and Void. As Zora and Sora reach the entrance to the Mainframe, the "Shadow-Guard" steps out of the steam. It isn't a soldier or a robot. It is a man with silver hair and a clinical expression—Zora’s father, CEO Vane. But his eyes aren't the cowardly brown she remembers. They are a glowing, synthetic violet.

One of the soldiers outside let out a cry that was cut short by a wet, tearing noise. "They are here," Zayn whispered, his face turning pale. "The first wave. But these aren't vampires." I walked to the window, my hands beginning to glow with that bright red light. Through the mist, I saw shapes moving. They were tall, thin, and had too many limbs. They looked like skeletons wrapped in rotting skin. "Shadow Stalkers," Zayn growled, stepping beside me and shifting his arm into a massive, scaled limb. "These must be demons that serve Dracula to stay in this world. i have read about them in the myths."

Ryley hugged him from the side. Alas, after a heated argument they were yet again back to square one! No doubts that the two of them were exactly the same— Bully and bastards! Zander placed Milan on the bed and covered her with quilt. "Let's watch fifty shades!" He evilly smirked at Ryley. In turn, Ryley showed him a thumbs up. Unfortunately, they missed spotting the lurking danger noticing all of their moves from afar! Yeah, that was none other than Zalreth, the shadow creature.

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Like I found what I was missing and with it comes inexplicable happiness the likes of which I never knew. As I pull back from our kiss I notice a bright, ethereal light around us beginning to dim, but my brows dip into a frown as Yildiz begins panting and her eyes begin to shine with a brightness of their own. “Yildiz?” I ask with concern. Suddenly her arms are spread wide and her head is thrown back as a scream leaves her mouth and her body begins to burn with a blinding golden light. I have to look away as the light is too bright for even me to look at. But as I feel the light begin to die down, I slowly open my eyes and blink in shock at the sight before me. Yildiz’s posture relaxes, and

The doors closed behind me with a heavy thud that sounded too much like an ending. Outside, the sunlight had turned harsh, glaring off the silver tiles. The mark on my neck throbbed faintly — not pain, exactly, more like a pulse I couldn’t silence. The connection was still there, no matter how much I wanted to tear it away. I walked through the corridors, trying to breathe, but every whisper followed me — the Alpha marked a human, she’s cursed, the Goddess turned her back. I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t. When I reached my quarters, Lydia was already there, pacing. Her golden eyes widened the moment she saw my face. “Zyandra. What happened?”

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.