Shadow Hunter Novels & Stories

We began to work, tirelessly and without rest, creating a plan to trap Hunter, to stop the creature he had become before he could cause any more harm. It was a dangerous plan, a gamble that could cost us everything. But there was no other choice. Hunter had to be stopped, no matter what it took. The town of Shadowbrook had become a living nightmare, a place so drenched in blood and fear that it was labeled “A Hell on Earth.” There wasn’t a single house in town that didn’t bear the grim stains of violence—splashes of blood smeared across walls, darkening the once peaceful streets. Hunter, once a boy I knew, had become a force of destruction, driven by a twisted hatred. His goal was to expose

She tells him. “I have exhausted every option, Cordelia!” he growls. “There’s nothing left to figure out.” “There is always another option,” she says softly. “We just have to find it.” “You don’t understand,” he sighs. “We don’t have the time to figure anything out. The hunters are already closing in. Every month I move the pack further and further away from civilization, but humans always end up dead.” “You haven't told them,” she sighs in realization.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

A quick glance at William showed the first shot had missed him, but the gun was now trained on his chest and he stood perfectly still, watching her carefully. He and the rest of the RV were dripping with blood from the slain wolves, and his eyes glowed a dangerous wolf gold. "Lycaon gave me this gun," Amber said bitingly. "It's loaded with silver bullets. He wants you both alive, but I'd be happy to deliver you loaded with silver and let him figure out what to do from there." William growled low; his gaze locked with hers. Amber looked away from his eyes and turned her head just in time to see the man who jerked her door open abruptly and grabbed her. A second shot sounded, and one of the wo

His men did as they were commanded, and silver bullets flew with dazzling velocity, hitting Zander and another of his men in the head. Nick, Nadine, Juan and Lorenzo took cover behind some of the cabinets in the dining room and could only hear Jonathan and his men kill the two remaining lycanthrope scouts, one by putting three bullets in his heart, the other by slitting his throat with a silver stiletto. Jonathan laughed as he did it, enjoying the sound of blood gurgling from the dying lycanthrope's mouth. “How did you find out what was going on?” Juan asked as he held his pistol.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon. A suicide bomber had ran into her team, causing most of them to take shrapnels to their limbs and torsos. She was lucky to have come out unscathed. “Look over there” Their guide said pointing to a cloud of dust from afar. Kimberly immediately looked into her binoculars and saw a vehicle speedingly approaching the huts, while leaving a trail of dust behind. The childen stopped their game and watched the old pickup truck come to a halt. Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over the

“It was a shadow hunter.” The term sends a shiver down my spine. Shadow hunters are no ordinary threat; they’re creatures born from darkness, capable of bypassing the strongest defenses. They move silently, strike swiftly, and are nearly impossible to track. The fact that one was involved in this attack only adds to the gravity of the situation. “A shadow hunter?” I repeat, trying to process the information. “That’s... unexpected. They’re not known for attacking in the citadel. There must be a reason.”

Vincelli made a sickening chuckle and I felt lightheaded thinking about that, “Ana- Maria's dead? She killed her sister?" "Oh the things that girl would do for me." He sighed in awe. “I know what this is, you enjoy it, don't you? Turning people against each other, families, killing lovers, causing pain to others, to children- you have a God-complex agenda. You live for it." "You know, I always admired you, Archer Devereux, you and that Sinister Salvatore. I just love the scenario." “Beep Beep Beep. Guys." Moe's voice suddenly echoed, "We're in the basement right now and we just found Miss Violet Proca and Vitaly Orlov's body dumped down here."