Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

"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.

It was not possible, was it? Grandmother Ayla had said that the coven was massacred, and nobody was left. No. It had to be a coincidence. Did I believe in coincidences? Not really. However, she probably had no relation to Sadira. ‘What’s wrong, babe? Your emotions are starting to concern me,’ he said softly. “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.”

Shadow reappeared, her eyes filled with sorrow. 🌬️Ayanna, you've fallen. Your soul is lost.🌬️ Ayanna's response was a cold, calculated smile. "I've won, Shadow. Louis is mine." The darkness pulsed, its power coursing through Ayanna's veins. Louis's vacant gaze never wavered, his heart trapped in Ayanna's spell. "Together," Ayanna whispered, "we'll seal our fate Tonight." Shadow Smirked 🌬️Ayanna, remember who you once were. Fight the darkness🌬️

Plus that president, who always spend time with Julliana, made him mad. Putting the Kendo mask on his head, he glared intently at Zitrey. “I will crush you!” Zitrey just stared at him and knowing Sora watching these. She doesn’t plan to fight back at all. She doesn’t care about points nor about the prize, she was only here attending this festival, mainly for knowing who is the nimble shadow. The only one who knows her real identity as Crimson Blade among these students. Since then, she always believes that the nimble shadow will be her key to finding ‘him’, but a massive wall was on her way again.

Chapter 23: Shadows of the Past In the midst of the seemingly tranquil days, shadows of the past stirred, casting doubt on the fragile equilibrium Adrian and Seraphina had fought so hard to establish. A series of ominous events unfolded, revealing that the scars of history were not easily healed. One moonlit night, as the hybrid child looked out over the peaceful alliance from the highest point of the werewolf territory, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. The silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to a long-lost enemy—an ancient vampire who had once sought to annihilate the werewolf clan.

Her eyes were fierce, every movement a precise strike born of years surviving in the shadows. Ying fought with calculated fury, her blade carving a path through chaos. Each swing was deliberate, a testament to her will and the pain that forged her. --- The battle raged fiercely, but the true terror came when the Creed’s shadow beasts broke free. Chains shattered, iron doors splintered, and from the cages poured creatures of nightmare — hulking forms twisted by dark magic, eyes glowing with unnatural fire. They tore into the defenders without mercy, flesh and spirit ravaged in equal measure.

Liz said. "That's interesting" Shade said. "I think it's intriguing. I have never witnessed a black blood reawakening" Trey said. "I know, right? It is intriguing" Carl added, taking a big bite of chicken. ... The knock on the door attracted Yuka's attention. He was sitting by the window, gazing at the endless blue skies. When the door opened, he didn't need to look up to know that it was Hazel who had just walked in. She stopped in front of him and stared at him for a moment. Then, she took out the long golden hairpin taking her hair.

I said, offering a thin smile. "Let's greet my dear sister." Because if Hazel was back... and Sylus looked tense. Something was wrong. And wrong things had a way of shifting destines. ----- Hazel POV The shadowfell gates swallowed the sky above me - tall iron spires laced with frost, metal humming with old magic. The air smelled like cold stone and damp pine, the kind of scent that always mads my chest tighten. This was my home, yet it never felt like home. Sylus walked ahead of me, shoulders rigid, his step punching into the ground like each one irritated him. He hadn't said a word the entire ride. His scent - smoke, steel, something sharp - hovered around him, unsettling and heavy.