Hello! I'm Lizzy, a poet and fiction/fantasy writer from New York! I've been creating fiction since I was a child, making up and acting out stories. I started writing my stories when I was 9, and poetry when I was 11!
The Eleventh Sanctum
Just 50 years after the discovery of the Inaculae, the world had fallen into ruin. In the beginning, they were renowned across the globe, those with the ability to peer into the strange hell dimensions plaguing the world, bringing horrid creatures along with them. They used their gift to map out the demonic realities, describe and study their beings, and learn their enemies' weaknesses. Until one learned that their sight came with the ability to bend the power of the void to their will. That one set hordes of demons upon a plane of reality not equipped to handle it, and so reality fell to the Inaculae.
All the Legends
All the legends are true. Well, they certainly are in the world of the Shadowhunters! Imagine it for a second. You're walking down the streets of New York City. You get in line at a rather sketchy-looking nightclub because it happens to be your 18th birthday and you want to live a little! Your friend says it's a bad idea, and the bouncer doesn't let you in for some reason, but some equally sketchy-looking guy vouches for you and the two of you get in! All because you asked about the strange glowing symbol painted on the club's sign?
Two Wrongs Don't Make a Right...
I can't believe you dragged me into this," Connor groaned as they shuffled forward in the line. "You let me drag you into this," argued Alex as he clicked away at his phone, texting his mom to let her know they'd arrived alright. The front gate of the Daedalus Museum in Crete, Illinois stood a few feet before them, people being steadily ushered inside by two security guards. "You didn't exactly put up a fight."