Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

"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.

My vision turns into a red haze, and I find myself leaning in to brush my nose against her neck and inhale her scent deep into my lungs. The moment I feel the burn of her skin against mine it snaps some sense into me, just enough to make me leap out of bed. I have to get far away from Yildiz and her sisters. With so many blood banks destroyed and me not willing to feed on a living soul, I’ve gone too long without blood and now it’s the threads of the bond tying me to Yildiz that are the only thing allowing me to cling to sanity, but I fear my time is up.

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?”

It seemed like the places he visited were only the tip of the iceberg of the entire apocalyptic world. Without thinking any further, Lucas released the male and female zombies from System Space. Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet were currently Rank 9 Zombies. Rayne, Sven the swordsman, and Skeletal Lady were Rank 7 Zombies. The sight of the Apocalyptic Legion made Cherry take three steps back as she felt her soul leave her body. 'Zombies with eyes gold and purple in color!' 'Red-eyed zombies!' 'Purple-eyed zombies!' Cherry would never believe that there were six high-ranked zombies before her even if she cracked her head.

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.

he sighs. “Okay, I’m bored. Let’s get to why she brought me here.” Suddenly, I hear a piercing scream, followed by another. I turn to find Helena and Penelope being dragged across the field to us. They’re kicking and screaming, but no one is physically pulling them, and I assume it’s some mind control thing, only when I look closely, they’re being pulled by their shadows…Oh my God. I turn to him in horror, but his cool blank stare is fixated on Richfield who is frozen in shock. The two come to a messy stop in front of us. Crying and begging. That seems to snap Richfield out of it.

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

I looked through and realized I'd missed a lot. I had to quickly work on a few files while I was less busy. Getting to the last file, I started feeling dizzy, it was as if something huge had just been taken out of my body. I looked around and everywhere was beginning to become blurry, so I quickly left everything I was working on and rushed to my bed to have a nice sleep. It was as if my bed had been waiting for me as I drifted to sleep immediately I laid down on my bed. ******* "Elena, what's wrong? Why are all the elders dead?" I asked, walking around the meeting hall and staring at each dead elder.