Izzy Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Ziyah called out just as the white glow of her healing magic rushed through her entirely, flashing brilliantly, before it dissipated entirely. Ziyah removed her hands and gestured for us to take a step backwards. We waited with bated breath to see if it worked… Kersee’s eyes swept over all of us. Confusion was the prominent emotion that was swirling around in her right now. She attempted to lift her hand but saw that she was strapped down. Ziyah cut in before she would become fearful of us. “My name is Ziyah, and these are my mates and bonded. Dante and Byron. What’s your name?” she asked her. This was a bit of a test to see how much she remembered.

“Isn't it pointless if you stay alive? No one needs you. You are just a scary monster that will be killed one day by them. Before that happens, I'll pick you up. How about it, little girl? " Khanza opened her eyes and looked up. A black shadow resembling a human stood right in front of her. The shadow stretched out both hands towards Khanza. Silently, with blank eyes, Khanza continued to watch the helping hand. Then, the two hands started to wrap around her neck. The black shadow embraced her. His smile was wide open, looking very scary. His eyes began to appear, bright red. He pushed Khanza's hair behind her ear, then whispered, "Come on, my little girl, darling ... come to me."

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

His eyes briefly glowed the red of an Alpha. Jace was strangely quiet but the hardness in his eyes spoke enough. Jace wanted to retaliate as well. I was the only one who didn't want this violence. And surprisingly, I was the reason for the violence. After work, I went home and found Zayn and Talia in the living room playing a board game. Zayn pushed Talia's head back after she rolled the die and got a six. “You're home early,” Talia commented. “How was work?”

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

(gesturing to the room) “—this is war. And in war, there are no second chances.” Before Sienna could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. Both of them turned toward the window just as a shadow moved in the darkness. Enzo grabbed Sienna, his voice sharp. “Get down!” The crack of gunfire echoed through the room as chaos erupted around them.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.