Shadow Hunter Novels & Stories

“No, Ssazzul, this time it's complicated. Alud was almost killed, he miraculously survived. A white-faced hunter was set on him. - Baruz said with a serious tone, running his hand over his beard. - Oh, how interesting - the creature raised its hands, gesticulating in an unusual way. You brought me news that I don't know about. We'll find out what you want. I'll tell the brothers to look. - said the shadow in debt, drawing out each letter. - Yes, ask your brothers, how did the hunter get the “pin of shadows” ? your artifact. - the werewolf stood up abruptly, looking angrily at the shadof. The creature was covered in haze, moving its limbs rapidly. - What? You are sure? Are our artifacts in th

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

The island shouted back with wind and rising thunder. Kiera looked up. A man-shaped shadow moved along the edge. Mask. White headlamp burning a hole in the dark. Not a wolf. A Hunter. He knelt, sighting along a rifle. The barrel tracked the narrow shelf where Ronan shielded her. Kiera’s breath inverted. Her mind reached before thought did. The air between the barrel and them thickened, dense as syrup. The shot cracked. The bullet hit the pressure and slowed the way a hand slows in honey. It tumbled and fell into the river like a bead of metal rain.

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

“This path is perilous, Elara. The Ironfangs are not the only danger. Human hunters roam these lands, their traps and their silvered blades a constant threat.” Elara nodded, her gaze distant. She knew the stories. Hunters, known as ‘Shade Stalkers,’ who hunted supernatural creatures for sport, for profit, or simply out of fear. They were cunning, ruthless, and often employed technologies and tactics that even the most powerful werewolves struggled to counter. The thought of them, of their cruel efficiency, sent a shiver down her spine. “We must be more cautious,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “We cannot afford to be caught unawares.”

Every move, every strike, was now a calculated gamble. The High Hunter hissed, red eyes burning, muscles coiled, ready for a final strike. Lucien’s new power flared one last time, an explosion of golden force and stasis, shaking the floodwaters, sending debris flying in a controlled storm—but something unseen moved through the shadows, waiting. The plantation trembled. Wards flickered. Rebels shouted, witches screamed, and the water churned like a living beast. Lucien’s energy blazed, golden and unstoppable… and then the shadow revealed itself, red eyes glinting in the darkness beyond the flood.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.