Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

it said, “can be arranged.” The hunters moved at once. Not one. Not two. All of them. The air split with howls as they lunged forward, hundreds of shadow-born horrors surging at Adrien and Zayn in a single wave.

"I will be calling for a Wild Hunt. The weres will run him to ground and finish him." There was a lull in conversation. The Wild Hunt was a serious matter, meaning that those who committed to it would not rest until the quarry was captured. And it appeared the Alpha would lead it. The Alpha was actually a werewolf, so the desire to hunt was strong in his blood. Several of Shane's weres looked at him, waiting for a sign. When he nodded, all of the weres of Shane's house, with the exception of Travis McNeil and Sebastian, stepped forward.

inches away from shredding his face to pieces Adam dodged and shifted backwards. "Fuck it! Kill him! Kill the beast," At his command, his men roared in unison and charged. The forest was alive with the sound of approaching footsteps and the clinking of weapons. I crouched low in the shadows, my heart pounding with anticipation as the Lycan hunters drew near. The flickering moonlight danced across the trees, casting eerie shadows that seemed to pulse with the impending violence. Suddenly, the first wave of hunters burst into view, their eyes gleaming with malice and their weapons glinting in the moonlight. Without hesitation, I sprang into action. My muscles coiled like a spring, propelling m

The shapeshifter shifted again, towering and humanoid yet inhuman. Its black, waterlike limbs flowed unnaturally around a skeletal frame. Its voice carried across the storm, cold and deliberate. “You think your little games have ended me? You’ve killed my handler. One of many. The High Hunters are patient. They will not stop until every vampire is destroyed.” Junie’s green eyes narrowed. “It’s not… it’s not just hunting us. It’s warning us. But is it a threat… or something else?”

"He’s been hunting us. His 'Sentinels' aren't just drones anymore. They are 'Hounds'—shifters he’s rewritten into mindless killers. They don't eat meat; they eat data. They eat us." "Then we hunt the hunters," Silas said, stepping forward. The camp went silent as the Shadow King spoke. Even as a glitch, Silas carried the weight of a thousand years of authority. He looked at the gathered survivors, his pixelated shadows spreading across the ground like an ink-slick.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

“The Hunter’s Association?” For a minute there, Nelson looks confused and then his expression tightens, “You mean the legendary Hunters? They hunt our kind.” “They don’t,” Sarah says. “At least, not these ones. They are spreading word of the Order, trying to gather allies. From what I understand, the Order is trying to create its own army of Shifters, those it has managed to corrupt. They are using children to train them into subservient soldiers. They want to rule over us all, a select few at the top. Most of the vampires and necromancers are working with them.”

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for fate," Kieran said. "Even if it is massively fucked up." Marcus laughed from where James held him. "Oh, you haven't heard the best part. Tell her, brother. Tell her what the Shadow Hunters really are." Kieran's face went hard. "Not now." "Yes, now." Marcus's grin was vicious. "The Shadow Hunters aren't just survivors from collapsed realms. They're reality's antibodies. When someone becomes too powerful, too dangerous, they appear to eliminate the threat."