Novelas y relatos de Raphael Shadowhunters

It would have been easy to let Malik end him there, but Shadow phased back to his human form, pinning the older man to the ground as he asked one last time, "What have you done with my daughter?" Despite being at a disadvantage, Santos chuckled, "I don't have her anymore. The last I saw, she was burning alive in a cave." He still bore that rictus grin moments later as the Alpha of the Howling warriors separated his head from his body. Shadow looked up as someone tapped him on the shoulder to find a Ravenclaw wizard solemnly holding out a wooden stake. And, taking it, Shadow sunk the weapon deep into the Dhampir's heart, making sure to keep it there until his flesh turned grey and his body tu

The shard’s remnants cling to her, faint silver veins under her flesh. “Look.” Silas points to the horizon. A city glimmers there, unfamiliar but alive, wolves and humans moving in the distant streets. A new realm. A fresh start. Ryland kneels beside us, his good hand resting on Selene’s brow. “She needs a healer.” “We all do,” I murmur. But as I lift Selene, her breath shallow against my neck, I feel the weight of the shard’s echo. The Architect’s final words, hissed as he dissolved: **“You cannot kill a shadow. Only scatter it.”**

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.

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.

Within a matter of seconds the crowd had dispersed leaving Hunter Devin and I alone in silence. Devin’s hands were still balled up into fists and his teeth clenched, he looked up at me with anger written across his features. “Devin, let me explain.” I said slowly testing the waters, “By all means.” He muttered angrily. “If you haven’t figured by now, I’m not exactly a normal wolf.” His nodded, albeit begrudgingly “Have you ever heard the story of the Shadow wolf?” he nodded again, with confusion maring his features. “Well, long story short… I am the Shadow wolf.” His eyes widened as he thought about it but narrowed them before speaking, “How is that possible?” I sighed before explaining the

"He's somewhere else. He only projected his form to appear to you. Shadow warriors can do that" Layla stilled in his arms. Her trembling subsided as she slowly raised her head and stared into his angry eyes. Even with his stoic face, he was still the most handsome man she had ever seen. And she began to really wonder if what Xavier said about him was true. Did Riven really wipe out the shadow warriors and the dark angels? "How do you know about the shadow warriors?",she asked. To her surprise, Riven looked away from her eyes, a guilty expression taking over his face.

Lucas said, almost sounding indignant that I didn’t know that – as if it were my fault that the Shadow Hunters were so powerful. “We’re the strongest and most powerful coven remaining. A lot of the citizens of the Blood Shade – Lodgers we call them – escaped from covens that the hunters managed to find and completely annihilate.” Vivienne most likely sensed my agitation over the news, because she quickly changed the subject. “Shadow Hunters are a topic for a later date.” She said, curtly. We had just reached the outskirts of The Vale and were now about to enter a different part of the redwood forest.

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

Exhaustion lines their faces, and I can tell they haven't come to any easy conclusions. "We studied all we knew about the creatures attacking you," Susan says in a quiet tone. "We found they don't originate with just some ancient being but are connected with witches-the darker side of witchcraft." Amara nods grimly. "Their name is 'Shadow Hunters.' They exist on the boundary between worlds, and have been created by witches some time ago to guard secrets-terrible secrets. "So… they're after us because of some prophecy?" David asks, furrowing his brow.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.