Lucian Graymark Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

It actually never stopped fucking my life up! Isn’t that fucking blissful? As my anguish grew, my mind travelled to the mark on my chest. Swiftly, I unbuttoned the top button of my shirt and touched the spot. Nothing felt wrong, but I strongly suspected that it was connected to the Lycan. Wait… What if that Lycan also influenced my mission, probably using his werewolves to assist the shady operations in Thorne Innovations? Maybe Darius was also touched by the shadow of the Lycan’s trick. Every time I’m with him, the nightmares and all vanish- almost too perfectly.

He solidified only his hands, reaching into armoured chests to clutch beating hearts. The hunters died silently, expressions of horrified recognition frozen on their faces. Not merely recognition of death, but of him. They had known whose justice claimed them. The Shadow Knight eased the bodies to the ground, then retreated into darkness. Eighteen remained. The hunt had begun. The next pair fell similar, struck from shadows they had failed to properly secure. The third required more direct methods when one managed a truncated shout before darkness filled his lungs. By the time half their number had vanished, the remaining hunters had drawn into a defensive circle, backs together, blessed wea

The shadow’s laughter echoed across the desolate plane, its presence overwhelming. Lucan’s body contorted as the darkness consumed him, the battle between his will and the shadow’s malevolence playing out in every anguished movement. Lena stepped forward, her hands trembling but steady in their determination. Her mark glowed faintly, pulsating with a rhythm that matched Lucan’s. “Lena, stop!” Kaden called, clutching his side where the shadow’s earlier attack had thrown him against jagged rocks. “You can’t face it alone!”

Sinister harshly cut her off and held my gaze, "Miss Grey and I both know what we want. It isn't your concern." I noticed how bitter her expression became yet I was feeling this sudden throb within my chest. I didn't want to stay in this room again. I didn't want to even look at Sinister. He took advantage of everything and I didn't like that. I knew he was someone I should have stayed away from yet there was something about him that drew me in. Like a moth to a flame. There was something different about Sinister, he wasn't just someone in the mafia. There was something else about him. Something my curiosity was aching to find out yet I'm afraid that I'd I fall into his madness- into his inf

The bond spiked, sharp and urgent, and I spun, blade drawn, as the shadows at the chamber’s edge *moved*, not light tricks but *alive*, curling like smoke, forming shapes—hands, faces, eyes. “Get back!” Lucian shouted, pulling me to the center, his blade flashing as the shadows lunged, not solid but cold, their touch burning like frostbite. I slashed the dagger, its light cutting through, scattering them, but they reformed, faster, their whispers filling my head—*spark, key, ours*. Killian swung his staff, the runes flaring briefly, pushing the shadows back, while Mara stabbed at one, her knife passing through but slowing it. “What are they?” she gasped, her voice shaking.

Their eyes glowed crimson in the dim light, their snarls feral, and their movements unnervingly fast. Ethan grabbed Sasha’s arm, yanking her behind him as Alex dove into action. He shifted mid-leap, his wolf form tearing into one of the attackers with lethal precision. Blood sprayed across the lodge’s wooden floors as Marcus stood calmly at the center of the chaos, watching like a predator biding his time. “Who are they?” Sasha yelled over the din. “Shadowborn,” Marcus said, his tone almost amused. “Lilith’s personal soldiers. Looks like she’s eager to make her next move.”

the Shadow said, his tone sharp, but his mind already racing through options. “The only information you need is this—Lucifer’s suspicion must be erased. If the children must die, so be it. And if the tracker gets in your way, kill him. No mistakes.” The line went dead, leaving the Shadow standing there, a cold determination setting into his features. He slipped the phone into his pocket, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to execute the orders. --- **UNKNOWN ROOM** In a dark, windowless room that reeked of blood and sweat, several men were slumped against the walls, their faces battered and bruised. The silence was broken only by the occasional drip of water and the weak groans of those barel

[Kill them all!] Lucian roared through the mind link at his fellow lycans and there was a stir in the air. The ground trembled violently as the entire pack of lycanthropes moved as one, racing towards the shadow warriors. Ferocious roars and vicious snarls filled the air and just as the shadow warriors prepared to defend themselves, the pack of lycanthropes split into two groups. One group kept advancing towards the shadow warriors while the other group raced towards the Village hall, where the remaining dark angels were hidden.

Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl." The Shadowridge Pack was one of the top packs in the region, and it took us great effort to convince them to give us this opportunity. The negotiation was crucial for our pack's future development as it could make or break us. I reminded him again, "Alpha Noah only gave us two hours for this meeting. If we..." Sabrina glanced at me with annoyance. "Does a lowly Beta like you need to tell the Alpha how to do his job? Who do you think you are?"

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.