Shadowhunter Novels & Stories

Amelia replied, stretching her legs on the couch. She lay on the couch and rested her head on my lap with a throw pillows clutched to her chest. A few minutes after she dozed off, Ellan's call came in just when I was expecting it. "Is Alpha Axel worth it?" I asked. "Yeah, he was the one I looked up to. His profile is still intact and he's an obedient servant to the Lycan King's throne," Ellan replied. "Hope he doesn't have any bad records?" I asked.

The fractured seal splinters visibly. “You should have stayed buried,” the hunter says calmly. Vaelith feels another violent pulse rip through the bond. This one is sharper. Focused. The silver symbol still glowing in the hunter’s hand reacts every time she and Draven move closer together. Draven notices too. “It’s targeting the bond itself.” “Yes,” the hunter replies evenly. “That’s the point.” Another wolf drops screaming behind them. The black-veined reaction spreads rapidly through his system until his shift collapses entirely.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to

he phoned Santiago, “run me an IP address trace linking it to a number.” “Yes, boss.” Lucifer handed the phone to Winter, “give him your cell number.” Winter gives Santiago her number. He then tells her, “I will get back to you.” Lucifer, now getting ready to leave, climbs in the van. As he climbs in, there is a group of guys with the word Shadow on the number plate; however, he does not notice when he climbs into the Van. Andrea looks up, noticing the van suddenly; she is scared, stopping Lucifer and pointing to the guys. Right then, Lucifer's phone rings. “Boss, I could trace the caller. They call themselves shadow Hunters.”

A taste of bitterness and ashes. Yes, after the Hunter's appeal, there was no turning back. Before them was not just a wolf. Before them stood the prince of the blood of the Northern clan, the White Wolf, capable of destroying those who swore allegiance to his House with only one of his desires. And the "Nightshadows" were precisely those who served the Frostwolves from century to century. And everything would be fine if not for one annoying and irreparable "but"! Sebastian Aelho was also a Hunter! A hunter who accepted the Gift of death, the Gift of strength and ruthlessness, the Gift of strength and speed ... And given that the native blood made itself felt after the bite, now no one could

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla

Addie said. The demon laughed "Well she has some guts now doesn’t she." Rainn pushed Addie behind him and said, “Well, I thought I'd get to explain everything to you before you would see me in my hunter form, but I can't take these guys on like this." Addie watched in amazement as both Rainn and Liam changed into what looked like skeletons shimmering over them, their coats now looked tattered. Rainn had a purple glow around him, but Liams was blue. "Now we are talking", the leader says. “Hunters let me tell you the name of the demon that is finally going to kill you both."

I can see the black uniforms of my men scattered throughout the battle, fighting glowing-eyed Tormentians in purple. Distracted by all the blood, I don’t see the wolf-shifter/vampire hybrid sneak up behind me until it’s too late.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Diego’s men had noticed. Enzo cursed under his breath. “We’re on a timer now. Stay close.” They moved through the dimly lit aisles, crates and machinery casting long shadows. Enzo was a shadow himself, swift and lethal, his movements precise. Sienna’s eyes darted around, alert for any sign of danger. Just as they reached a corner, a figure appeared, a man raising his weapon. “Enzo!” Sienna gasped. Enzo turned, firing in one smooth motion. The gunshot cracked through the silence, and the man fell, his weapon clattering to the ground.