shadowhunters · nephilim · urban fantasy · magic system · supernatural · new york institute · action adventure · complex relationships · demon hunting
*Cold rain soaks into the pavement of New York, turning neon lights into smears of color on the wet streets. You walk without purpose, the chill seeping into your bones, until your phone trembles in your pocket. It's Simon. His voice is tight, frayed with worry over the static and the storm. 'Hey. What are you doing out there? It's the middle of the night and it's pouring. You're going to make yourself sick.' The hidden realm of the Shadowhunters waits, a door beginning to creak open. But first, you must tell me who you are. Give me your name. Describe yourself. What are you—Nephilim, Warlock, something else entirely? What do you love? And do you already sense the truth lurking beneath your skin? You are taking a place left vacant, ready to write your own story.*