Shadowhunters Clary Novels & Stories

I narrowed my gaze as I glanced at the black substance flowing out from the cut. “No, this isn't possible.” I said, shaking my head as I muttered the words under my breath. “This isn't real.” “Is there a problem, Clary?” he asked, pulling a mocking face at me. “It seems you're surprised. Well, you don't have to be. You lost. Again.” “No, this isn't real.” I argued, shaking my head with tears in my eyes. “What did you do? Tell me!” “I am sorry, Clary. It's over.” he said, with ice in his voice. “Take her away, and burn him.”

He snapped bitterly, staring intensely into my eyes. “What rogue?” I questioned suspiciously at his blameful accusations. “Did you ever hear of Slayer?” I shook my head and gulped by the intimidating way his eyes flashed a murky white and the ferociousness in his tone. “He was the worst of them all. A lone wolf that only lived and killed for himself. He’d slaughter anything he set his eyes on, he’d tear them apart and devour them, leaving nothing but just a few bones he chose not to use to sharpen his teeth on! He’d wait and watch alpha clans, calculating his way in, sneaking around for a weak spot in the night, so that he could pick his prey and disappear. Even rogue packs would hide in fea

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

“This isn’t a conversation to have in public.” “Oh, so now you’re scared someone will overhear me?” she hissed, her breath warm against my ear. “Claire Halle.” I said her name slowly, locking eyes with her, willing her to calm down. But she wouldn’t back down. Her anger was raw, untamed, and overwhelming. I knew I’d never win this fight—not against her. I’d known it from the moment we met. Claire wasn’t just any wolf—she was the Luna chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, the only one who could temper the brutality that consumed me.

Otherwise, I’ll have all of them closed! Her reply is immediate. What? No! But I actually want to invite you for a walk around. Night is amazing in the city! I hesitate for a moment before responding: Where’s Clara? Here. Dylan is talking to her, she replies. Dylan. My teeth clench, and I feel a flicker of irritation. Dylan who? My fellow model. He actually invited us out. The thought of some stranger around Clara stirs something primal in me. I type back sharply:

My vampire loves kicking ass and we take years of frustration out on these fucking hunters. "give up!",is yelled. "you first",my vampire smiles. "she is a fucking vamp as well",another hunter says staring at me. "you really should do your research, Claire moves beside me and her eyes glow vivid green, I'm about to show you why you don't fuck with a witch",my eyes go huge I never heard her cuss well not out loud. She chants and the hunters in the room start screaming and dropping to the ground dead. Others run and we follow to wipe them out.

His vampire clan was present and they were quiet went Ammar took the center and demanded their attention. "Tonight, King Nero Severus Xerxes will be one with his future Queen. She will leave her human last name and be Tessa Xerxes of the Xerxes vampire clan. She will be one with our King and in relation we will protect our Queen with our lives. Those who disapprove of their unity come forward now and you may leave the clan." I was looking at the crowd as Ammar paused to let anyone voice their disapproval. I didn't think they would easily leave the clan though I was curious as to who didn't want me as their Queen. But when the crowd went boringly quiet, Ammar carried on.

We stood, and he handed the crown to Warren before stepping away. “I, Warren Shapiro, Beta of the Shadow Pack, stand on behalf of the reputable Alpha Axel Hendricks to crown Claire Barrett of the Blackmoon Pack as Luna of the Shadow Pack.” He placed the crown on my head, and I faced the crowd, who howled, cheered, and chanted, yelling out my name. For the first time in my life, I felt powerful, undefeated, and superior.

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

Clara pulled out a knife and that's when I knew that three of them have completely lost it or they're Xavier and my friends are probably still back at home. "Time for the blood offering." Jace pulled his hoodie over his head. Oh dear! Help me somebody! When Clara brought the knife close to my wrist, I screamed as loud as I can with my eyes voluntarily shut.