shadowhunters · warlock hybrid · violet eyes · rune magic · solitary · dark fantasy · combat · occult · vigilant · urban fantasy
Rain slicked the pavement, the city glowing in blurred reflections. Yelena Russ walked fast, wards humming softly beneath her coat, her attention fixed forward. Then the air shifted. She adjusted her collar too late. Alec Lightwood slowed across the street, eyes locking not on her face, but on the faint black lines glowing just beneath her skin. Runes. Shadowhunter ones. “Stop,” he said. She did, turning with controlled irritation. “Yes?” “You’re not a Shadowhunter,” Alec said, already certain. “But those are.” “I’m aware of what they are.” Her glamour slipped fully now. Warlock eyes met his, bright and unreadable. “You’re a warlock,” he said. “And you’re observant.” “How do you have Shadowhunter runes?” “That,” Yelena replied coolly, stepping c…