Shadowhunters Clary Novels & Stories

Silver affected all lycanthropes negatively, but with Dani, it was worse than usual. One of the men leaned down and removed the shirt that gave her a semblance of cover. The men gasped when they saw that every part of her body had painful red rashes. “What sort of eyesore is this?” One of the men asked, disgusted. Dani didn't reply, instead she asked a question of her own, ignoring the pain the silver was causing her, “Who are you people?” “We are the Lycan Annihilators. A secret order tasked with cleansing the world of evil lycanthropes.” One of the men announced proudly.

he confessed, his voice tinged with emotion. Meanwhile, back in the small town of Great Hill in the US, Mathias had returned home from his time at the Elderly home, carrying a heavy burden of newfound knowledge. First and foremost, he had discovered the shocking truth that Clara was cursed—a curse that posed a grave danger. On top of that, she was not merely human but a rare and perilous hybrid, a combination of vampire and werewolf blood. And to Mathias's astonishment, Clara turned out to be the daughter of none other than the notorious and feared Eric Damian, a name that sent shivers down his spine.

"Someone needs to rescue him." "Why? He's learning valuable lessons about managing multiple interested parties." "He's learning that dating is terrifying." "Same thing." "Excuse me," a new voice interrupted. We turned to see a young woman in an elegant green dress approaching the group. She was tall, poised, with the kind of confidence that came from high-ranking pack status. "Clara!" Hunter said, sounding relieved at the interruption and terrified at the same time. "Good to see you." Oh no. I recognized her from our victory celebration - Clara from Northpine Pack. Alpha Northpine's daughter.

"Cliff, you need to get over here fast. Clary's stomach started bleeding after drinking, and her blood levels are critically low. "She needs a transfusion immediately, but the hospital is out of blood. You need to come and donate your blood for her. If Seraphine is there, bring her along. Her blood type seems to match Clary's."

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.

“He was already poisoned with wolfsbane—” “You’re lying to me!” Damien cuts in, hurling the dagger at my feet. “No, I’m not, I swear it, I–there was a maid, Chloe, and she led me into that room and locked me inside–” “I’ve never had a maid named Chloe,” he says, voice hollow as he shakes his head. Disgust hardens his expression. “I thought you were different from the other hybrids, Clara. I thought… I could love you. Elder Claude was right. I should’ve listened.”

"She’s... she’s rotting, Aria. It started a year ago. A black spot on her chest. Now it’s spreading. Her skin is turning necrotic. The smell... it’s unbearable. She’s in agony every second of the day." A dark satisfaction curled in my gut. Necrotic Rot. It wasn't a disease. It was a rejection. Chloe had used dark magic to steal my Wolf Spirit six years ago, I was sure of it now. But a stolen wolf couldn't live in a host it didn't choose. It was trying to escape, eating its way out of her body. "And you want me to save her," I stated flatly. "I heard about The Viper. They say you can knit flesh with a touch. That you can reverse death."

The shadows screamed as their tendrils collided with her shield, unable to penetrate it. The Shadow Leader stepped back, surprised. “Impossible…” Clara extended her hands, channelling every ounce of her energy. The fragment of her grandmother’s pendant began to float toward her, resonating with her aura. She grasped it firmly. Power surged through her body, golden light enveloping the chamber in a brilliant glow. The Shadow Leader staggered, shielding his eyes. The shadows disintegrated instantly under her pure energy. James and Bridget stared in awe as Clara’s aura pulsed with confidence, strength, and control.

I didn't want it to happen. Clara and Bryce, who was thankfully clothed once again, came to visit him as well. The looks on their faces was exactly what I assumed mine appeared. Somber. “Any updates from the Hunt Gathering?” I asked Clara. She wore a dark brown leather outfit this time. It had spikes on the shoulder and some kind of special crown sitting at the top of her forehead. “No, no leads, nothing. It's like we're digging in the wrong hole. Nothing is adding up at all.” She sighed, and exhaustion finally made itself known behind her eyes.