Lucian Graymark Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

It wasn't the howl of a wolf; it was the scream of a monster. "The Shadow Pack," Marcus hissed, his claws extending as he moved to block the doorway. The hallway was a scene of chaos. The Blackwood warriors, still recovering from the "Shadow Rot" curse I had been treating, were struggling to shift. The attackers were shadows made flesh—massive, mangy beasts with fur like liquid tar and eyes that glowed a sickly, radioactive yellow. They didn't bite to kill; they bit to infect.

So let’s take ‘em down in an unexpected way, Ashton thought at me. I need to follow Kyle so that they don’t take the mutants with them. Ashton and I looked at each other while Quinn and Stuart charged at us. When they got to us and released their punches aimed for our guts, we both gilt-ed and I appeared behind Quinn while Ashton appeared behind Stuart.

"I'll ask you if you know where Gray Shadow Dark Races are. Is there anything to be surprised about?" The village chiefs looked at each other in dismay. They were dumbstruck. "Who... who the hell are you?" "Lucas York," Lucas said. ... "Then why did you ask about Gray Shadow Dark Races?" "I'm not going to do anything. I just want to destroy Gray Shadow Dark Races." "Hiss..." Hearing so, all the villagers gasped and stared at Lucas. They didn't expect that Lucas would say something like this. "Destroying the Gray Shadow Dark Races?"

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

I had never tried to read the dead before. "But I can try." I closed my eyes and pulled power, but gently. Carefully. Reaching not for the body but for the echoes left behind. Shadowborn magic was old. It remembered things the living forgot. Images flooded my mind. Marcus is standing watch. He heard footsteps behind him. Turning with a smile, recognising whoever approached. "You should not be here," he said. "It is not your rotation—" The blade flashed. His throat opened. He fell.

This is war at arm’s length. Blood sprays across marble columns. Tables overturn. Wolves shift mid-attack, fur matted with crimson. And there— Lucien. He is younger here. Barely more than a man. His face is streaked with blood, some his, most not. His eyes blaze gold as he moves through the carnage with lethal precision. He kills without hesitation and without mercy. But this time— I see it. Behind him. Clinging to him. The same shadow. It wraps around his shoulders like a cloak, tendrils slipping down his spine, coiling around his throat. They are faint and barely visible unless I look directly but once I see them, I can not unsee them.

A shift in the light. And then they were surrounded. Not by wolves. Not by men. But by shadows that did not belong. Their shapes flickered half-formed, shifting between something human and inhuman, beast and nothing at all. Lyla did not hesitate. She attacked. Her claws met resistance this time solid, real. The shadow shrieking as she struck. Not a ghost. Not a dream. But something that could bleed. Which meant It could die. The Marked Ones charged. Blades sang through the air, silver flashing, shadows screaming.

Tyson booms, and Ash grabs his arm to hold him back. My eyes dart to Rowan and Luc, who are stoic as they come. I nearly chuckle actually. You’ve gotta have some balls to tell a literal devil and a vampire hybrid they can’t have what they obviously want. It’s barely been ten minutes but I can already tell both of them would burn the earth to get to Harlow. Shit… yeah what was I thinking siding with the dumb Shadows on this??

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

“Yes.” “You took my brother.” “I gave you your brother.” “You took Amara.” “I gave you Amara.” “You took my memories.” “I gave you truth.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” The Shadow answered: “I want my children.” ⸻ Amara stood before the same darkness. The little girl beside her disappeared. The First Shadow appeared. It towered over her. “You came back.” Amara raised her chin. “I came to destroy you.” “You came because you love him.”