Runes and Bloodlines

Isabelle Lightwood had always been a warrior-but she had never been the target.

Not like this.

The attack came without warning. One moment she was tracking demonic activity outside New York, blades glowing with runes, and the next the ground split beneath her feet. Dark magic-ancient, intelligent. A demon bound by blood and prophecy.

Not after Clary.
Not after Jace.
After her.

Because Isabelle Lightwood was not only a Shadowhunter.

She was Michael Wayland's daughter.

The demon knew her lineage. It spoke of forgotten alliances, of angel blood twisted by secrets, of a power Isabelle had never been told she carried. It imprisoned her in a realm between worlds, draining her strength, trying to break her will-not with pain alone, but with isolation.

But Isabelle did not break.

She carved runes into the stone with her nails. She whispered prayers in a dozen languages. She waited.