Raphael Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

“Let’s get this set up. I want to go through as much as possible tonight.” Raphael nodded, dropping his bag by the couch. “Sounds good. I’ll grab my laptop. I have some old notes and film clips from my time with them.” They worked efficiently. Liam cleared the coffee table while Raphael set up his laptop and connected it to the TV. Soon the large screen lit up with game footage of the Shadow Reapers. They settled on the couch — not quite touching, but close enough in the small space that Liam was hyper-aware of every shift Raphael made.

The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt. "You truly made things incredibly difficult for me, Raegan. You made me waste so much precious time hunting you down," he hissed. Before I could recover, his fingers aggressively tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with immense force until I was looking directly into his face. The one countenance I had prayed to never encounter again was staring right back at me. His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips.

I ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

She was a newborn vampire. Bringing a young vampire into the center of a human settlement was never without risk. Sarah lacked the power Nate and Zachary had spent years trying to achieve. Nevertheless, Sarah had pleaded to go with them tonight to the Promenade. Evidently, she had become interested after seeing an advertisement for an upcoming art exhibition. The three most dangerous predators in Maine went down a busy street to enter the modest gallery a few shops away as Nate let off her hood. Nate sensed Zachary's touch on her shoulder as they continued to walk. Her eyebrows rose. One, two, three were present. Six people were part of the group gathered in front of Seaside Soda Shop, accor

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"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

And then one final allow which had this note attached to it “This is the ShadowWalker. Other hunters and witches are planning to attack your pack with 300 rogues.Their Base camp’s location and other instructions have been sent to you. Attack exactly 2 weeks from now since they will be doing the blood oath with the witches that day. You will save the oppressed. Signed The Shadow Walker” The arrows whizzed right past his ears, arms and legs to the wall behind him. Everyone was alert now. Alex read the note and passed it to Asher.