Raphael Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

“Then we fight. I won’t run.” Ryan’s lips curved into a faint, approving smile. “That’s the spirit. But remember you’re not alone. I’ll be right here.” As the sun struggled to pierce the mist, figures began to emerge from the forest. The Shadowborn had returned, larger in number, their shapes more terrifying and grotesque than the night before. Limbs stretched at impossible angles, faces half formed, eyes glowing a malevolent violet. They advanced like a living tide, silent and deliberate, yet brimming with lethal intent.

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

"Says the shoot now ask later girl." "Shadow Men are different. I'd never hurt one of us that way. Not with so few of us left." "We're all the same underneath, they're just not in control anymore." "If Shadow Men were the same as us, their souls would stay with them," I said, staring out the window again, "and Lillith wouldn't have to listen to them begging for help every time she took her ring off." "So you're saying that if Lillith or your brother were taken, finding them would be a waste of time."

“She shielded Elara during the ambush. Took the brunt of the attack. Didn’t even make a sound.” Lyra felt a sharp pang of grief. Rhea, a young ShadowClan warrior, known for her quiet strength and unwavering loyalty, had given her life to protect Elara, a Silvermoon healer. The sacrifice was a testament to the depth of the bond that had formed between the two packs, a bond forged not just in shared battles but in mutual respect and selfless devotion.

“Anyone who hesitates, walk now. Because once you speak your truth in this circle, you don’t get to unsay it.” No one moved. The Shadow Circle was born. --- Their first lead came from the unlikeliest source. A healer’s apprentice—barely sixteen—came forward to Kade with a blood-stained cloth and shaking hands. “I wasn’t supposed to see it,” she whispered. “But I did. He met with someone three nights ago. They handed him this.” The cloth bore a faded crest. Not of any known pack. But Racheal recognized it. An old brand.

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

She saw a tiny, flickering candle standing in front of an infinite hurricane. "Ash..." she whispered, the name a final, desperate prayer. But as the colossal eye fixed its gaze on her, the gold light in her skin began to turn black. The tracking beacon had served its purpose. The Shadow King wasn't just watching; he was reaching. From the violet rift, a massive, shadowy hand began to descend, its fingers long enough to crush the mountains, its palm wide enough to swallow the sun. "Lucien, do something!" Rhea screamed, turning to where the vampire had been standing.

Amelia replied, stretching her legs on the couch. She lay on the couch and rested her head on my lap with a throw pillows clutched to her chest. A few minutes after she dozed off, Ellan's call came in just when I was expecting it. "Is Alpha Axel worth it?" I asked. "Yeah, he was the one I looked up to. His profile is still intact and he's an obedient servant to the Lycan King's throne," Ellan replied. "Hope he doesn't have any bad records?" I asked.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.