Shadowhunter Family Tree Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And the crazy part? I did some research afterward and found out there’s no hunter family tied to that last name.” I knew exactly why he brought that up. Out of all the supernatural factions, hunters and witches were the only ones whose identities were rooted in their family names—it was all about bloodlines and heritage. Shapeshifters, on the other hand, could be created with just a bite—family ties are not essential. I stayed quiet, feeling the walls closing in. A bead of sweat traced down my forehead as the weight of his words settled over me. It had been a long time since I had felt truly trapped.

He muttered while deducting all the obvious hints. It felt like the werewolf tribe took advantage of Amino the same way he took advantage of Boss. Boss, Amino, lion tribe, and wings tribe; all four subjects were linked to one person. Shadow. Shadow was the center of it and the werewolf tribe swept them in one go. “Shit. They have had us.” Malikul chuckled in irony, his eyes quivered in disbelief. To summarize, Shadow actually was not only the lord of the Underworld, she was also the dearest adoptive daughter of the head lion tribe. The lion tribe’s family loved her dearly; it was a fact that many were aware of, including the wings clan and also the werewolf tribe.

I snapped, and hung the phone up. I took a second to calm my mind before I realized that I was calm, and I didn’t feel like I was thrown into an abyss and drowning. It must have been my ability to keep him out of my mind. It felt good that I had some sort of power against him now. It would make it easier when I ended up killing him. I may be a Vampire, but I will always be a Hunter. It runs in my blood. I felt a pang of sadness when I realized that I couldn’t have any kids now. Not that I wanted any, per say, but the bloodline of Hunters would end with me…

It was July, the huntress of the family besides me, and the assistant of elder Castile. "Yes, I can tell the Vampire's name. It was Jenna. I saw her sneaking around yesterday. She must be working with Echo to steal our treasure." Dean chimes in. He was Uncle Marcus's son and the oldest of us young hunters in the family. He had got strength that could never be underestimated. Because our treasure, Heart of Moonshadow, had been locked in a secret room by the wizard. Only hunter with the purest blood could open the secret room. Yet now, the purest blood of the hunter family was being chosen between me, Uncle Marcus, and my cousin Dean.

A smile inadvertently crept to my face. "I come from the Hunter Family Green." The smile on my face vanished immediately. My gaze darted to him. The once bright countenance he wore had now grown into a sad one. But his gaze was still retained on the kids running around. The Hunter Family were one of those top notch Assassins in our world, if not the best. Werewolves that came from that bloodline were known to be merciless and dangerous and truth be told, I feared them a little. But no one has heard from them for a long time. And having one as my mate was certainly shocking.

Which left me as the only sole shadow in the Crane House. Two, the Black family do not have any shadow descendants. That is, no one from the Black family has ever inherited shadow powers. As a matter of fact, their existence in the Order -apart from Raj's law- was because my great-grandfather Shane had to take his best friend Carl along for the ride when he fought the white light. Therefore, the only thing they did in The Order was keep records of each and every single family in the Order. They were one of six Houses in the world dedicated to just that. So technically speaking, they weren't really a House, more an honorary one.

He moved nearer to Erica and gently caressed her face. "I was seeking a pure-blood, high-ranking werewolf to sacrifice for my purpose," he said, his tone softening. "Instead, I found two. I'm such a lucky bastard. My kind is safe now; in a year, you both will give birth to my offspring, and the Endarkened Shadow Hunters will rise again stronger than ever!" This man wasn't a warlock! He was a member of the Endarkened Shadow Hunters.

Shadow saw that she isn't backing off and smirked. 🌬️Those gifts...🌬️ Shadow nod at the gifts packed at the corner... 🌬️ Will be burned down by the angry villagers... your shrine will be destroyed by them🌬️ Ayanna shivered at such thought of her shrine going down.. 🌬️But if you follow up my lead... Your other Daughter won't die... she will be born with Alhambra 🌬️ Shadow's word made Ayanna's ear to perch up. " My Other Daughter?"

“When did it happen, I’d love to hear the whole story?” Sinclair and I had discussed this at length, even before this interview arose. “Well it will be obvious to all those in the know that we aren’t fated, but I can’t help thinking that the Goddess didn’t play a hand in our meeting. For years my family in the Shadow Pack insisted we had no other relations – apparently my parents cut ties with the Moon Valley before I was even born. It wasn’t until they passed away that I learned about my cousins here – including Aileen Corentin.”

The dagger sang as it struck stone, embedding in the wall an inch from my cheek. My breath caught. Damien jerked back, stunned, his fury interrupted. His eyes snapped to the weapon quivering in the wall. The torchlight glinted on the hilt. My blood turned to ice. The crest carved there wasn’t Cade’s, wasn’t Blackthorn’s. It was Shadowfang. My father’s bloodline. Someone in my family wanted me dead. I staggered back, the world tilting. Damien’s face twisted with something between shock and savage glee. “Looks like even your own kin can’t stand you.”