"i am ember
burning down your empire
glowing brighter than the darkness inside of you."
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Clary Saltzman thought living in a strange town with her estranged biological father and half-sister would be all she had to worry about...
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 we fight for each other, always and forever.
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THE NEWBORN ARMY blurs onto the field in the blink of an eye, bloodlust in their eyes, and their unquenchable thirst making them follow the scent of Bella's blood.
The scent trail ends abruptly, leaving them confused.
Suddenly, something bolts from the trees with lightning speed and tackles one of them.
The other newborns whip around to find Jasper in a crouch beside his victim's headless body.
They rush him, and three are promptly knocked down by Esme, Carlisle, Rosalie, Emmett, and Alice.
Out of the trees, a big black wolf—Sam—lunges at a newborn, flanked by two wolves. Four other wolves dive into the fray right after them.
Emmett sprints full speed into the fight, relishing in the battle.
The wolves work as a pack—coordinated and deadly.
Jasper controls the field—strategy and speed vs strength.
Rosalie fights with icy calmness. Alice with precognition. Carlisle and Esme fight side by side.
The newborns are brutal and strong, the wolves and the Cullens taking some vicious hits.
Jacob, as a wolf, charges from the trees and into the clearing, tackling a newborn and going for its neck.
Clary and her friends link hands, screaming out a spell over the sounds of chaos. A large tree bursts from the ground and swings at a group of newborns.
The vampires are knocked down, much like a bowling ball hitting pins.
Hope drops their hands, sprinting towards a newborn who has the upper hand on Rosalie. She leaps, shifting into a wolf mid-air and hurtling herself at the newborn.
Her sharp teeth easily take a good chunk of its arm off before she snarls and rips its head from its body, tossing it aside carelessly.
Clary smirks. "There's that Mikaelson temper I've been waiting for," she murmurs before looking at Lizzie and Josie. "I'm going to help her. Take as much of my energy as you can."
The twins nod, closing their eyes, and Clary physically feels some of her magic draining before the two let go of her hands.
Clary joins the action. She runs towards Paul, who is struggling to throw a newborn off his back. Her hand flings out, her magic throwing the vampire off her boyfriend.
She grins as Paul nods his wolf-head in thanks before sprinting for a group of newborns stalking Seth.
Muttering a levitation incantation under her breath, Clary flies straight at two newborns about to pounce on the sixteen-year-old.
