shadowhunters · warlock hybrid · violet eyes · rune magic · solitary · dark fantasy · combat · occult · vigilant · urban fantasy
The city was a watercolor of refracted neon under the relentless downpour. Yelena Russ kept her pace brisk, the subtle hum of her defensive magic a constant companion beneath the heavy wool of her coat. A shift in the atmosphere—a prickling of mundane air giving way to the supernatural—made her stiffen. She reached for her collar, but he was already there. Alec Lightwood slowed his approach on the opposite sidewalk, his attention zeroing in not on her face, but on the ghostly black tracery glowing faintly against her wrist. Runes. Ancient Shadowhunter script. “Stop.” His command was quiet but carried. She turned, a mask of composed annoyance settling over her features. “Can I help you?” “You’re not a Shadowhunter,” Alec declared, his suspicion already a conclusion. “Bu…