Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

Crown HUD (new permanent alert, blood-red text): SEVERED CIRCLE – ACTIVE HUNTERS Status: 6 / 7 shards still intact Next projected Revenant manifestation: within 7–14 days They will pursue when you are not on protected pack ground. The hunt is mutual. I look at Remy, at Seras, at the valley sleeping outside the window. Thirty-eight pieces left. Six ancient sorcerers who literally helped write the rules of my power, now trying to kill me with them. Good. I always work better when the odds say I should be scared. Let them come. School’s Monday through Friday. Every other minute belongs to the storm. The Monastery of Mages and Wizards, Shambhala December 15, 2026 – 02:47 a.m. Himalayan time

"Alright, let's hear it. Convince me to stay back. Tell me I'm going on a fool's errand." "And why would I do that?" For a brief moment I'm taken aback, then my eyes narrow. "Should have known you'd resort to your mind tricks. You want me to say the Hunters are going to attack once I land, that they'd take me hostage. But you forget. They're just humans. Weak, pathetic humans." He shrugs slight shoulders. "Last I heard, they've gotten creative. They managed to infiltrate a nesting of snake Shifters in Orlando. One of the most powerful, might I add. They didn't do that by being weak and pathetic."

My pulse was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. Hunters weren’t your average mercenaries. They didn’t care about pack politics or rogue rivalries — they were zealots. They believed in purging anything supernatural. Wolves, witches, hybrids. People like me. The first arrow came out of nowhere, whistling past my ear before embedding itself into the metal door of a rusted van. The impact vibrated up my bones. I didn’t even have time to scream before the second one hit Kellen’s shoulder. He grunted, staggering forward but refusing to go down. Roman doubled back, shoving me behind a stack of crates.

If he’d been a human, a Vampire, or even a Guardian, it should’ve ended him. But it did nothing but bounce. “Son of a bitch!” she shouted, realizing now what they were facing. “They’re Hunters!” Assassin Hunters. She’d heard of them but had no experience with them whatsoever. Turncoats who had joined the Vampires for only God knew what reasons. Either because so many governments outlawed hunting Vampires and this was the only way they could stay free or because they were just innately evil.

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.

And then one final allow which had this note attached to it “This is the ShadowWalker. Other hunters and witches are planning to attack your pack with 300 rogues.Their Base camp’s location and other instructions have been sent to you. Attack exactly 2 weeks from now since they will be doing the blood oath with the witches that day. You will save the oppressed. Signed The Shadow Walker” The arrows whizzed right past his ears, arms and legs to the wall behind him. Everyone was alert now. Alex read the note and passed it to Asher.

Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number. All the enemies shifted at once as they attacked. Hunter has no choice but to shift as well. With a low growl, he charged at the two werewolves plunging at him. He was able to rip the neck of the first one at the cost of the second werewolf digging his claws into Hunter's waist. Grunting he pierced his canines into the neck of his assaulter and ripped the piece of flesh out as its body fell with a thud. He couldn't scent that other guy who ran off with Silvia anymore.

He huffed in frustration. “So, you have our pack surrounded, huh?” Hunter rubbed his chin and shook his head. “Nah, I don’t think so.” He scrunched his face. “Take a look behind ya.” Hunter motioned with his chin. James and Beta Bill turned their heads, and their faces fell when they realized that their forces had been captured by Shadow Mountain. “The rest of them have been escorted to our dungeons and don’t think that you, your Beta or any of your people are going to be able to break them out and escape. We’ve had a protection spell placed over the dungeons and the warriors who guard them.” Kasper said with a big smile.

The angelic music played in the speakers around the pack. The torches were lit along the streets and the moon shone brightly in the center of the sky. A shadow was cast over the edge as the blood moon began to form and once it was fully merged it would be time, and later on when the the blood moon begun to pull from its form the horn would blow- indicating that the Hunt had begun. “Are you nervous?” My little sister, Mathilda, asked me. “Hazel isn’t nervous, sweetheart, this is an honor. One that you too might experience in a few years if you’re lucky.” I shifted on the bed and suppressed the growing anger towards my mother.