Shadowhunters Clary Novels & Stories

was yanking it along like a puppet.“Old One’s thrall,” I spat, bringing the blade up.It screamed—a sound that might once have been human—and lunged again. I met it head-on, steel clashing against bone and rot. Shadowborne’s runes flared as they bit into the thing’s flesh, and it shrieked as if the blade had burned its very soul.Another came at me, and then another—three, maybe four of them, half-seen in the darkness. I fought like I’d been born to do it, every move a dance of death and survival. The sword felt alive in my hands, guiding me, its runes glowing brighter with every strike.The last thrall fell, its body convulsing before crumbling to dust. I stood panting, sweat cold on my skin.

The fairies, weres, and vampires were her first line of inquiry, then the drug known as morning star. She knew she was supposed to be simply expanding her knowledge base, but Shamira's mind always had to have a direction. After seeing those videos of what happened in a morning star bleeding house, she had made it her first mission as Shane's new vampire enforcer to hunt these guys down. "There you are," Clara said, walking down a path from the bar to the center of the square. She looked so good, it just wasn't fair. "Why'd you take off? This was your idea."

Damon said, the horror he felt reflected on Clary face. "How does the mixed blood do not know any of this?" Clary asked when she found her voice. The thought of hunting children made her feel physically sick. She couldn't think of one mixed blood she knew who would do it. They could be vicious when it came to adult originals, but hunting children was a line none of them would be willing to cross. "Surely someone would know" she said.

(The humor). Clarisse: Clarisse, AKA Clare, is Sylar's first fledgling. She is a fan of Milo's works and believed he had found vampires, thinking he couldn't have died and there wasn't any evidence pointing to his murder. She didn't freak out at the existence of vampires and was a strange human. Her eyes used to be blue with purple specks, attracting Sylar to her to turn her, but after she turned and was fed, her eyes became a pure purple. She can drink blood but it doesn't satisfy her as much as feeding off the souls or spirits of other people. After being found out to be a soul sucker, Sylar instructed her to feed from Calix only because of the plethora of souls he has collected and it wou

'Probably. Turning from the cliff, I shifted into my wolf form. My white fur glowed under the moonlight, marred by the strange circular black mark on my back. It made me stand out... a mark of oddity. I darted into the forest, running hard and fast, if only to pretend I was free. But I knew the truth. My home wasn’t a home... it was a prison. I am Clary Vertina, second daughter of Hera and George Vertina of the Family of Archery. The disappointment. The mistake. The shadow.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

Chapter 14 ~ARDEN~ I kept pressing hard against Elana's chest. Blood spread on my hands but I ignored the violent ache spreading through my body. The same terrifying truth echoed in my ears. She wasn't breathing. No, she couldn't be gone. Not when I’d only just begun to understand what she’d become to me. I closed my eyes and reached deeper toward the power buried within my own soul. "If there's anything left... take it." Heat exploded through my veins as the violet glow returned, brighter than before, swallowing my hands until I could no longer see.

someone shouted. The chant rose like a terrible tide: "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" "Darius." Papa's voice cut through the noise, steady now despite everything. "If you must take my life, then take it. But spare my family. They are innocent in all of this." "Are they?" The Alpha circled us slowly like a predator. "How do I know the daughter will not grow up seeking revenge? How do I know the mate will not poison other minds against me?"

But as we reached the alley behind the house, strong headlights flashed, and a figure stepped out of the shadows. “Clara Laurent.” A voice smooth as silk spoke. “I've been looking for you.” Alisha's grip on my arm tightened. “Clara, run!”

“Only the blood of a royal member can open the underground staircase, if an ordinary man, a beta or omega tried, it would never work. “Can…can I also do it?” Clara asked. She looked so cute and all I wanted to do was draw her closer into my arms. The thought of Clara’s reaction made such thoughts vanish from my mind. There wS no way I would touch her and she wouldn’t spiral out of control. And lately I can’t help but wonder if we were ever going to have kids together since she didn’t even like the thought of being around me. I couldn’t stop the scowl that appeared on my face.