Shadowhunter Family Tree Novels & Stories

“His name is Axios, his mother is Elara, Roman’s former mate and someone Hunter was cheating on me with for months while I was pregnant with Maya. It could have been a full year even, but who cares about that right? The damage has been done, the babies have been born. Hunter has a son to his name, and while the boy grew, I suffered because I couldn't give him a son. Isn’t that ironic?” “That doesn’t stop him from coming back to the pack of his father! He is of Nightshade bloodline. His father is an Alpha! It’ll be over my dead body that I see a child of my late husband’s pack reside in the pack of another man all because he couldn’t control his fucking wife!”

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

I have been watching over Hunter for years, with each passing year he makes one mistake after another. I pace around my secluded mansion, this is where I have been for decades, as I let him believe that I died that fateful night. It was my push for him to overcome his wallowing for that human bitch. He needed to move on from his dearly beloved and embrace his darkness, once he did, I knew he would become a ruthless monster! He has the potential is in his blood. He would never know that but, I know completely that he is a descendant of Count Abner. I was there throughout the years silently watching. I once served in Abners presence. Abners beautiful and wicked wife Theldora, they were evil t

"Did she tell you what the Shadow Walkers really were?" Nicolas rose very slowly. "Enlighten me." "They were hunters." Adrian tossed the ancient documents at Nicolas's feet. "They destroyed criminal families like ours. Your bloodline makes you our enemy by birth." I saw Nicolas's reflection in the window start to move independently. Valentina's consciousness stirred, trying to warn us. "You're lying," I said. "Ask your father, Isabella." Adrian's eyes gleamed. "He's waiting in the courtyard." My blood ran cold. I hadn't seen my father since before my death.

“Pretty much. He’s the Alpha. And not just any Alpha, Lucar’s bloodline is one of the strongest our world has ever seen.” I hesitated. “I never asked… what’s his full name?” Jayce glanced at me, then chuckled. “Lucar Vale. Son of Alpha Theron and Luna Marienne Vale. Last surviving heir of the SilverClaw line.” Something in my chest pulled tight. “Last?” Jayce nodded, expression dimming. “His mother died in the Rogue War. His father fell a few years earlier. Lucar became Alpha too young but he had no choice.” “And his dad?” I asked.

I stopped what I was doing and looked at the folded, yellowed paper sitting on the tray beside me, wondering if this was the right time to destroy everything he thought he knew about his family. "It wasn't a curse cast by my mother out of spite, Vaelor, and it wasn't a random tragedy that fell on your bloodline because of some cosmic mistake," I said, picking up the page and handing it to him so he could see the lineage charts for himself. "One of your ancestors, a man named Varick Rauvenhollow, invited the entity in because he was losing a war and he wanted the power to crush his enemies, so the shadow was a gift he asked for, and your family has been paying interest on that debt ever since

“And I think it’s time I told you something I’ve kept hidden for far too long.” Nicola’s stomach sank. “What is it?” Marla hesitated, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “Your father wasn’t just a scholar, Nicola. He was part of an ancient order - a group sworn to protect the bloodline from those who would corrupt it. The Shadowed Ones have been hunting your family for generations.” Nicola felt as though the ground had been yanked out from beneath her. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

Then I scrambled to the next file frantically. Kyle Nikava. The man Killian killed instead of my father, thinking he was the murderer of his parents. Killian killed Kyle and Sofia knows it’s because of Tommen. The photograph Killian saw from Tommen’s file. He used to work with Tommen. The details of his family, and he was assigned under Tommen Anderson. The next file was of Killian. My hands shook as the file attached to it was of Kate. It became quite clear what the files were about, it was all about the founders of the Shadow Knight Organization. All three of them were the third-generation heir to the Shadow Knights. My mother was an heir.

A thousand moving points of light. The doors close behind us. The older man gestures for me to sit. I don’t. “Say what you came to say,” I tell them. The younger one swipes his hand across the table. Images bloom into existence, old photographs, diagrams, symbols I recognize from places I’ve bled in. “Aidan’s father,” he begins, “was not just a vampire.” I feel it before I think it. The tightening. The pressure behind my eyes. “He was a Shadowhunter,” the older one continues. “Or he was.”

She stood toe-to-toe with him now, the difference in height meaningless as her presence eclipsed his. “You don’t believe me? Then allow me to make it crystal clear.” She lifted a hand, and James brought up a digital projection on the wall. The massive screen lit up with a family tree. “Look closely. This is the **real** Yuncey family line. Starting with the patriarch, Clayton. He had two children—Miles and Alexandra. “Miles is your line. Timothy’s father. You, Quill, are the eldest son of the main house. Douglas, your son, is the first grandson.”