Novel & Cerita Shadowhunter Family Tree

he asked me dramatically, but my eyes were glued on my sister, who now was afraid. “Yeah! The Shifter Hunter!” he exclaimed aloud as if he found something hidden very well from the whole world. I clutched my fists tightly when her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets in shock and horror. The Shifter Hunter is the biggest group of natural-born hunters who had been working against all the shapeshifters for more than two hundred years. “I think you aren’t informed but all the hunters whom you let sneak inside the pack are dead and now they are searching for you.” Raymond informed her with a sly smile, sarcasm evident in his voice.

“I cannot allow simple wolves to run into danger. Lycans on the other hand I know can handle themselves against these monsters.” “We will be back Allison,” I say as we are off for the forbidden forest. I can tell Hunter is upset that he has never come along when I have offered for him to meet the witch, but his parents died at the hands of the dark coven. I wonder how he feels being mated to the daughter of the once leader and the sister of the bastard that continued his work. “You alright dude?” “I am not sure what to think right now. The goddess must love jokes to have mated me to the one whose family murdered mine.”

"The people who stole you from our family and tried to turn you into something you're not." He nodded, his fingers unconsciously touching our mother's pendant around his neck. "The Priestess showed me our family tree yesterday. Seventeen generations of Blackthornes, all the way back to the founding of Shadowmoon Pack." "What did you think?" I asked. "It made everything more real somehow," he admitted. "Seeing our parents' names there, and then ours... Lucious and Seraphina Blackthorne. Not Elias Shadowthorne and Iris Delta." "Our true names," I said softly. "The names we were meant to have."

Chapter Ten Shade It's not just my imagination. Quillon's shadow indeed showed the intent of killing me. Me. And I couldn't believe it. I possess the gift of the 'shadow eye', an ability that has been passed down generation after generation from the Alpha family of the Shadow Pack of the North. My father, Jacob, was the Alpha of Shadow Pack, but he was taken together with my mother by the Alpha King. Zeron, the Alpha King, appointed a new Alpha while me and my sister, Katerina, escaped.

It’s entirely possible her family was never the goal or only part of their ultimate goal. For them to want to drain me of my spiritual energy to create their weapon, they must have something else planned other than for Mina to take revenge on her family. Not that it matters now. The chances that both of them are already dead are high. They are dumb shits for fucking with Zane Shadows' little girl. I don’t know how they didn’t put those pieces together, as I figured it out pretty quickly that Ever was most likely related to him as not many people have the last name Shadows. It’s also known that he and his familiar have children. Maybe they didn’t think Zane was a threat. I don’t fucking know

"You mean people descended from powerful families?" "More than that. People descended from the original bloodlines, especially the ones that existed before the pack system was established. Before, shifters were organized into territories and hierarchies. The ancient families whose power was so great that it threatened the gods themselves." Thomas leaned forward. "The Luminar was one such bloodline. And there are others—Shadowborn, Stormcallers, and Soulweavers. Families whose generation has been lost to history but whose blood still carries power." "And the Seekers hunt these descendants."

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

Then, he said, "In other words, the other five families have also heard of my plight?" Romeo looked at him with a mischievous look and asked him in return, "What do you think?" Horace slowly closed his eyes, feeling the world suddenly spinning around him as his heart sank to the bottom of his chest. It was true. Benedict Hoover of Cloudclove was slain, and the successor of Shadow Sanctum had made his grand return. If the seven distinguished families still hadn't heard about it, then they certainly didn't live up to their names at all!

I corrected. “I wouldn’t have admitted that,” he said, chuckling as he scrolled through his tablet. “Delilah Hunt—age 18. She recently celebrated a birthday on July 25th. Look at that—she’s a Leo, and you’re a Gemini—perfect match.” I rolled my eyes but remained silent, wanting to know more about my mate despite the disinterest I portrayed. “Her mother, Shannon Hunt, is an alumnus not on the annual donor list. And from the household income claimed, I can see why. Shannon and her husband, Kayson Hunt, bring in a combined household income of $73,000 annually. Her mother is a teacher, and her father is a mechanic. Oh…this is interesting. Her father is a rogue or former rogue until he was formal

Or the video goes live. Mia had seen the podcast drop: *Babe, that Shadow Marketing episode is FIRE. Who ARE you? Call me tomorrow. I need details.* And Alex: *My office first thing. We finish what we started.* Bridget stared at the ceiling, her pulse racing between pure terror and pure need. The rain had started again, soft against the tall windows, but the real storm was already inside the house. The shadow wasn’t just in the office anymore. It had followed her home, and it was starting to feel like home.