Disclaimer: I do not own Cassie's Characters, I only own the OC's.

This is my first story so please try not to be too harsh and give me constructive reviews to help me :)

I will also be looking for a beta to help me. Enjoy!


My name is Luna Theresa Marilyn Fell. I am the daughter of the late Ragnor Fell a warlock and Marilyn Trueblood a Shadowhunter. Both of which died during the war against Valentine Morgenstein. Before my mother died she left me on the door step of a warlock after learning that Valentine was back not wanting him to find out what I was. I am half warlock, half shadowhunter…

This is how I ended up being raised by one of my late father best friend Catarina Loss, a warlock that also works as a doctor in a mundane hospital. If I listen to what she says about me, I am a rare sight to see. Not only because I was born from a warlock and a shadowhunter, but because neither of the two blood that runs through my veins take the advantage on the other. I am a perfect combination of Warlock magic and Shadowhunter angelic power. Today is my birthday, October 31 to be exact, which is pretty ironic considering how different I am from everybody around me, mundane and downworlders alike. Last week I received an invitation to a party organised by none other than Magnus Bane, high warlock of Brooklyn, or as I give him the nickname in my head "Sparkles". I turned 18 today and although my adoptive mother kept me well hidden from basically everyone, it is finally time that I meet the high warlock considering he was one of my father best friend. She did not want to tell him who I was, or show me to him for that matter, afraid maybe of opening old wounds but since I am now an adult it is time for me to get out in the world.

This is how I found myself sitting in front of my vanity mirror after a shower, fixing my long black and purple hair, into loose curls and bringing them on one side with a sparkling clip. Next was the complicated task of the makeup, I needed to impress Magnus Bane if I was to have a chance of him only talking to me long enough to hear my story. I look at myself for a moment, my rainbow eyes looking back at me, one of my warlock marks, if you looked closely you could see the color in them change from dark to light mirroring certain emotions. I put on some glittery blue eye-shadow on my lids with some eyeliner, some pale cherry lipstick on my lips with a touch of multi-coloured glitter and fixed my eyebrows to look the part. I stood up admiring myself in my full length mirror, I was wearing black skinny jeans, a purple and silver corset and some black knee high heeled boots. The last thing I added to my look was a sparkling heart pendant given to me by my boyfriend William Lightwood-Bane… Who is the reason I have to get in the good graces of the high warlock, known to him as Dad.

What have I gotten myself into!

I let out a sigh, unfolding my feathery wings from my back and started to fix any misplaced rainbow feather. This is one thing I didn't like of myself, the fact that it was obvious that I was not like anybody else, between my ink black shadowhunter marks and my warlock marks I was truly something different.

Here goes nothing

I told myself as I left my room, walking toward the front door and after putting on a glamour, walking out of the house toward what I expected to be a slightly awkward Halloween party…