Raphael Shadowhunters Romane & Geschichten

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

I shifted looking out the window as I felt the cold chilly breeze kiss my face and the soft icy sprinkles of rain that sparkled down from the dark heaven, "It doesn't mean I completely locked off. I believe in love. I know there is someone for every one of us out there." "Love," Sinister scoffed, "You live in a fantasy, Grey. But, it doesn't mean I don't want you to have that. It's just not for everyone." "You don't believe in finding love, Mr. Salvatore?" "Look at me, Angel. I'm in the bloody Mafia, you're in a storybook. Things like that don't happen to people like me. I said this already and I'll say it again; My world is different from yours. We are two different people."

Behind him were many followers dressed the same as him. Latrusse frowned at the sight. Lemuel asked, “What’s wrong?” “It’s the Shadowers,” said Latrusse. James asked, “Shadowers?” Latrusse explained in a hushed tone, “You know about the Dark World’s Four Ancient Races, right? On the surface, they are the strongest existences here. However, many mysterious organizations and forces exist in the dark. Even the Four Ancient Races are wary of them. The Shadowers are one of them. They are an assassin guild that will help you kill anyone as long as the price is right. They would even assassinate the Yefteros’ Great Elder, Halianor, if you pay them enough.”

"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!"

--- Elsewhere — Crimson Fang Rafael stood before the crimson altar, fists clenched. Reports lay shattered at his feet. “ShadowFang survives,” he snarled. “Again.” A hooded figure stepped forward. “She killed one of ours,” the scout said. “With no hesitation.” Rafael’s lips peeled back from his teeth. “So the Moon favors her still.” He turned toward the fire. “Then we stop playing politics.” His gaze burned. “Prepare the Fang Lords. If Aurelia Nightfall wants war…” He smiled cruelly. “…we will give her extinction.”

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.

It wasn’t one of theirs, it was answered by another — the sound coming from beyond the outer treeline and the shadows. The drums stopped abruptly, same as the cheerful laughter, aND the next seconds there was confusion. A sharp, echoing crack rang out as protective sigils flared and shattered, followed by loud screams as dark shapes burst from the trees, moving with brutal precision. They were wolves and men and something in between like forms shifting mid-stride with wet, tearing sounds — Klaus's forces had arrived. The Dark Knight Pack scrambled in response as warriors surged forward, forming lines around the pups and elders. Clashes of metal with ear-splitting clangs filled the air with t

I really do hope she likes her birthday gift. It was special to me, my mother had given me the pendant to give to my fated but that never happened. I started walking towards the other end of the pack house to reach the Alpha's office. Roman has been acting really weird towards Shadow. I don't know what he has up his sleeve but me and my wolf Zaine don't like it one bit. We've grown overly protective of Shawdow in these past years. I enter through the pack house doors and make my way upstairs taking two steps at a time.

The petrified forest, with its maze of stone trunks and shadowed corridors, would negate the hunters' advantage of numbers and blessed weapons. One by one, in darkness and confusion, he would teach them why even knight-hunters should fear the night. The Shadow Knight entered the forest, his form blending with the deeper darkness beneath the stone canopy. Serena followed reluctantly, her natural grace hampered by the uneven terrain. "If you insist on this madness, I'll wait beyond the forest's edge," she said. "This kind of hunting isn't to my taste." "As you wish." He didn't need her for what came next. This was between him and his former brothers.

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”