Shadowhunter Family Tree Novels & Stories

Everyone has been so focussed on Kendrick and winning this battle that they have forgotten about the war. If Hunter does decide to become the first deathless hybrid, I will have to teach him how to pass the gift to the next generation, how to use his magic and our family history. There is so much I can give him if he is willing, and I won’t leave until my work here is done. When Esme and I step out of our circles, the protective shield around the clearing collapses and we need to move quickly if we want to get this done on our terms. Hunter grunts in disgust as he throws Kendrick’s body over his shoulder and heads back they way we came. The cars are waiting and we all head to the Shadow Ridg

Shadow paused mid-stroke and huffed. "I am a necromancer residing with the reapers in the veil. My wife is a sorceress and was taken by Randall for putting a curse on his son Vincent's human mother. It ended up killing her after his son was born," he mumbled sourly. "Was he trying to make her nonhuman?" She asked curiously and he shrugged. "I don't believe so as it happened before they both met," he stated reluctantly. Sophia understood that he didn't wish to speak about it so backed off. Something was bugging her so she asked, "What is your real name?" Shadow grunted and side-eyed her.

“Someone mind filling me in? Who's the Family, the mob?” Darian scoffed. “I wish. At least they have honor. The Family is the original line of hunters.” “Hunters? As in the werewolf hunters Victor and Ulric are tracking?” “Wolves, vampires, ghosts, zombies,” he said, giving her a look. “They go after anything supernatural. If it has a beating heart, they stop it. If it's dead—” “They make it permanently dead,” interrupted Brendan. “They used to be serious business, but for the past few decades, their leader has been wearing their balls around his neck.”

"Tell me about your ancestor. The Hunter who protected werewolves." Derek looked sad. "Michael Stone. He was supposed to hunt werewolves. That's what all Hunters did back then. But he fell in love with one. She was an Alpha's daughter. When his guild found out, they called him a traitor. His own family threw him out." "What happened to them?" "They ran away. Lived in hiding. Had children who learned both ways. Hunter training but also werewolf understanding. That's how my family started. We were Hunters who understood both sides."

"Made it look like a heart attack. But I know. I know it was them." My blood ran cold. Brennan had been uncomfortable but ultimately supportive during the European Alpha confrontation. "When?" "Two hours ago. His assistant found him collapsed in his office." Torres's hands shook. "That makes five Council members dead in six months. All who supported reform, all who protected daughters." "Tell me about the Hunters," I demanded. "Everything you know." "They call themselves the Covenant of Ash. Direct descendants of the original Hunter families from the 1700s." He pulled out a battered laptop, hands shaking as he typed. "They've been operating in secret for centuries, hiding their time, buildin

"The prophecy wasn't just about a healer. It was about a restoration. The First King’s blood has finally purified itself." She stood up, her gaze returning to me. "The Shadow Alpha isn't hunting you because of a grudge, Elena. He is hunting you because he is the splinter. Long ago, the First King had two sons. One was born of the Moon, the other of the Void. The Shadow Alpha is the descendant of the Void. He believes that by consuming the 'seed'—your children—he can rewrite the history of the world and plunge the moon into eternal darkness." "We saw his avatar," Killian said, stepping forward. "It turned Silas Woods to ash. It marked our nursery. How do we kill it?"

"You carry his blood." Elara froze. "What?" The Shadow Wolf whispered, "The First Healer. The one who imprisoned me. You are her descendant." Silence. Nyx looked at Killian. "That was the first time anyone learned the Moonborn line descended from the First Healer." Killian struggled to process everything. The Shadow Wolf suddenly lunged. Elara raised her hands, moonlight exploded, and a deafening roar echoed. Then, silence. When the light faded, the Shadow Wolf was gone, dragged back into his prison. But Elara had collapsed, bleeding, weak, and dying.

She responded. "That book is about your father's ancestry, right?" "Yes, Uncle. Do you know that one of my father's ancestors was a part of the Catholic crusaders who fought the Illuminati?" "Well, I won't be shocked. Your father's side of the family has participated in many huge events throughout history. Many of the things you see here are from those historical events." "And, according to this, the first hunter wasn't just blessed by the witch, he married the witch." "That's right. That's why the women in your family has gifts. I think you have that too, but who knows? I'll prepare us some food. I know that nothing will be able to pull you away from your studies." Barry left her alone to g

Vanessa answered for him. “Isn’t he –“ Van lightly pinched Gladdy’s cheeks and casually interrupted. “Yeah, but apparently he’s a werewolf too and we’re sort of like fated to each other.” “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Luna,” said Hunter as he pounded on his chest. The man ate a piece too big. His cerulean eyes captured her attention more than his height and lean build. With a low voice, he introduced himself, “I am Hunter Shaye, Beta of the Royal Pack … and Henry’s younger brother.” He smirked. “I know what you’re thinking,” he paused to clear his throat, and continued with a high-pitched voice, “‘they look nothing alike. He’s clearly more good-looking’. I know – I get that a lot. Unfo

“Quit your bitchin' and get in the shower! I'm finishing breakfast now. Come on it's been a long time since the two of us spent the day together, it'll be fun!” Yeah, great. I forced myself up and got ready. Dad had a Pathfinder SUV, and it was some ugly blue-green color. I don't know what he was thinking there… “so where we going,” I said. “Somewhere you can drive around, hopefully not fuck up my truck and not kill anybody,” he said laughing. He took us up on a mountain, where he often went hunting with my uncles. There definitely wouldn't be anyone around at this time of day. It was the middle of winter, but there was no snow at the moment.