Raphael Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

It would have been easy to let Malik end him there, but Shadow phased back to his human form, pinning the older man to the ground as he asked one last time, "What have you done with my daughter?" Despite being at a disadvantage, Santos chuckled, "I don't have her anymore. The last I saw, she was burning alive in a cave." He still bore that rictus grin moments later as the Alpha of the Howling warriors separated his head from his body. Shadow looked up as someone tapped him on the shoulder to find a Ravenclaw wizard solemnly holding out a wooden stake. And, taking it, Shadow sunk the weapon deep into the Dhampir's heart, making sure to keep it there until his flesh turned grey and his body tu

The shard’s remnants cling to her, faint silver veins under her flesh. “Look.” Silas points to the horizon. A city glimmers there, unfamiliar but alive, wolves and humans moving in the distant streets. A new realm. A fresh start. Ryland kneels beside us, his good hand resting on Selene’s brow. “She needs a healer.” “We all do,” I murmur. But as I lift Selene, her breath shallow against my neck, I feel the weight of the shard’s echo. The Architect’s final words, hissed as he dissolved: **“You cannot kill a shadow. Only scatter it.”**

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

They might have been the worst pack to me and made a lot of my life difficult but as The Shadow wolf, it is my duty to serve and protect my fellow wolves. I stepped closer and put the call hold and looked at the guy’s furious faces. “NO! Absolutely not, Allison!” Papa Jamie warned, shaking his head; I looked into their eyes and saw fear and anger for me. I sighed loudly, “Guys… Mother Selene bestowed me with the honour of being the Shadow Wolf; it is my duty to assist and protect any and all werewolves.” They sighed in annoyance,

The shadow warriors went into battle with the lycanthropes, fighting hard to stop the beasts from killing the dark angels and wiping out their kind. With a shout of fury, with rage boiling through his bloodstream, Xavier whipped out his shadow weapons and lunged, bringing it down on the lycan that killed Bazaar some minutes ago. The lycan roared and raised his claws to strike the approaching shadow warrior but he wasn't quick enough. The shadow weapon plunged into his head and broke out through his back. The beast fell down dead, blood gushing out from where the shadow weapon had been. Not sparing a glance at the dead lycan, Xavier crawled up to Layla and pulled her lifeless body into his ar

Lucas said, almost sounding indignant that I didn’t know that – as if it were my fault that the Shadow Hunters were so powerful. “We’re the strongest and most powerful coven remaining. A lot of the citizens of the Blood Shade – Lodgers we call them – escaped from covens that the hunters managed to find and completely annihilate.” Vivienne most likely sensed my agitation over the news, because she quickly changed the subject. “Shadow Hunters are a topic for a later date.” She said, curtly. We had just reached the outskirts of The Vale and were now about to enter a different part of the redwood forest.

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

Exhaustion lines their faces, and I can tell they haven't come to any easy conclusions. "We studied all we knew about the creatures attacking you," Susan says in a quiet tone. "We found they don't originate with just some ancient being but are connected with witches-the darker side of witchcraft." Amara nods grimly. "Their name is 'Shadow Hunters.' They exist on the boundary between worlds, and have been created by witches some time ago to guard secrets-terrible secrets. "So… they're after us because of some prophecy?" David asks, furrowing his brow.

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.