Shadowhunter Swords Novels & Stories

He heard a crack and his head snapped back. “Shit.” Shadow Hunter cursed aloud and slowly let his leg down on the muddy puddle. A mask was set over the bridge of his nose, covering his face from the nose down. “Hi there!” He grinned from under his mask. And he instantly pulled out a sharp, long knife. Erdem had completely turned around by then and before the assassin could position himself, Erdem was already in front of him. Erdem pushed the knife out of his hold with a strike and his other hand collided with the assassin’s jaw squarely.

Screams echoed across the battlefield, followed by the sickening sound of bodies collapsing onto the blood-soaked ground. The crowd watched in frightened fascination, excitement, and curiosity twisting together as confusion spread through the arena. The change had been too abrupt. The hunters had suddenly become the prey. “What is that?” someone asked in shock. “Who are they even fighting?” another questioned anxiously. The spectators exchanged confused and alarmed glances, utterly stunned by the sudden turn of events. The Blood Shadow warriors were using a special top-tier technique called Shadow Sleath, an ancient assassination art that allowed them to move freely within the shadows while

Frank raised his boomerang, aimed that the lizard men on the wall; pressed the lever for releasing the blades and swung. He flicked two of his hunter’s knife at the throats of one to his right and one to his left before coming out of their triad formation and raising his hand to catch his boomerang. His actions were swift and precise. All of this only took a fraction of a minute. Shadow focused his attention at the obstacles on the path to the power grid and operation panel. Jayden held his gear with one hand and swung the sword with the other. Daniel protected Jayden from behind.

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

Something at the back of his mind kept nagging at Bladesmith but he wasn't sure what it was. 'Wait, didn't the lad make something similar to ammo and loaded it into that weapon?' Bladesmith opened his eyes in realization when he remembered this, but it was far too late. Before he could even blink, he heard a sound. BANG!!! Bladesmith looked over to find his shadow falling to the ground with two holes in its body. One in the head and the other in its chest. Looking at Kirou, he could see that the lad took a few hits in some none vital areas so that he could trade them for the shadow's life. The lad currently stood there as if out of energy. It seems like he underestimated the kid when he had

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I replied. While working as a maid for Adrian Blackwood, the uncle you know, I had a one-night stand with him. That night, I uncovered a shocking secret about his family and their connection to my late parents. My father was a knight, part of a group they called the Shepherds, who were sworn to protect one another. My father was best friends with Adrian Blackwood's grandfather. To solidify their friendship, they arranged for me to marry the Blackwood grandson. After a tragic plane crash that claimed the lives of the entire Blackwood family, only the grandfather and Adrian remained.

I would not return to the other hunters, lies filling my mouth in order to attain their respect once more. Cyrus sheathed first one sword down his back, and then the other. Both were made of silver and, having seen him wield one in each hand during multiple training sessions, I felt a twinge of pity for the shifter. No longer did I wish to see the supernatural creatures we hunted suffer, but I did want them gone. Cyrus opened his mouth, but I pressed a finger to his lips and flashed a grin at him. “If you’re about to ask if I’m sure again, there’s no need.”

But he ran like a man who’d made a deal with death and hadn’t yet paid his price. Above, the chopper dropped a rope. And from the back, Scales emerged. He wasn’t just a fighter. He was ‘war’ in a human body. Two Shadows jumped him, knife to the shoulder, stun baton to the knee. He tore one off and slammed him into a steel beam. The other he grabbed by the throat, lifted, and threw. But a third Shadow landed behind him, slid a pulse-blade beneath his ribs. He roared, twisted, broke the blade in half, and headbutted the assassin.

But the exact moment my boots hit the wooden steps of the porch, a sudden, violent crash from inside the rest house froze the blood in my veins. Panic instantly seizing my throat, I bolted up the remaining steps and threw the front door open wide. But the horrific sight waiting for me inside pulled the absolute air straight from my lungs. My entire body began to tremble violently, my hands flying up to clamp over my mouth as I locked eyes with a pair of sinister, familiar eyes. "We meet again, my lovely." Archie smirked maniacally, his knuckles white as he forcefully jammed the cold barrel of a handgun deep into Dominic's temple. I shook my head in frantic denial, my vision blurring with sud