The Vile Endowments: Warrior of Shadows (A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction)
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  • LECTURAS 168
  • Votos 3
  • Partes 8
  • Hora 2h 27m
Continúa, Has publicado sep 05, 2014
Normal is what sixteen-year-old Ciera Prescott aims for, and so far she has successfully obtained it. But when she sees strange characters murder an even stranger creature on a school field trip, the first thing she does is blame a mental illness she thought had left her for good. Now realizing the illness may still linger, she struggles to trust herself as this parallel world calls for attention, bringing her to meet the Shadowhunters -half-angel, half-human beings who protect the world from evil. Mundanes are dying, and somehow whatever the person behind the killings wants it involves her.

For my parabatai Michelle, who shares as much love for the series as I do.

WARNING: If you have not completely read the TMI series or the TID books there may be spoilers. I will continue to update this story as frequently as possible!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Mortal Instruments series.
A few characters are made from my own imagination, but the rest belongs to Cassandra Clare.
Atribución Creative Commons (CC)
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