Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

And when predators studied their prey… It meant the hunt was coming. But I, Alejandro Bloodfang, had never been prey. And if the Watchers wanted to test the strength of the Haven of Shadows… Then they would soon learn something important. This territory was no longer just a refuge. It was becoming something far more dangerous. A place bound by choice, protected by blood and anchored by an heir the world had not yet begun to understand.

Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway. Hissing through her teeth, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps, Seven’s strength gave out the moment her boots hit the asphalt of the highway shoulder. She dropped heavily onto her knees, her vision swimming with dark spots as blood loss and exhaustion caught up to her. Before she could even gather enough breath to push herself back up to her feet, a sleek, dark luxury sedan tore around the curve, its tires screeching violently as it slammed to a halt directly in front of her collapsing form.

A group of Shadow Moon wolves, Kane Weston, Kayla, Lucas, and a few others I recognized from my entrance ceremony before the memory wipe were surrounded. By Bounty Hunters. Remember when I said humans either loved us, hated us, or didn't care? Yeah. There's actually a fourth category. The humans who utterly detested us. The ones who binge-watched too many episodes of Supernatural and decided they were God's gift to monster-killing. They hunted us for money, for pride, and because their mama didn't hug them often enough. And these bastards were here. On wolf territory. There were around fifteen of them standing in a semicircle, guns raised, silver bullets strapped across their chests like the

The spirit smiled one final time. “Protect her.” The words were directed at Froz. Not a request. A promise. The Alpha’s voice emerged low and firm. “I will.” Without hesitation. Without doubt. The spirit seemed satisfied. Then— The sanctuary shook violently. A massive explosion echoed outside. Everyone immediately turned. Another explosion followed then another. The attack had begun. Shadow Hunters. Dozens of them. Perhaps hundreds. The enemy had followed them. And now— They wanted the Moon Heir. Warriors rushed toward the entrance.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Each of her supernatural sides added its signature to the mounting pressure — vampire darkness, wolf fury, witch magic, and demon fire swirling together into something unprecedented. “Damon, get the pups to the safe rooms,” I ordered, switching channels. “Cassia, strengthen the inner wards. Focus on the tunnels first.” “Already moving them,” Damon confirmed. In the background, I could hear him coordinating with other warriors. “Lyra is leading the first group down. Cassia's got the entrance secured.” Movement on the security feeds caught my eye. The hunters were using some kind of shadow-stepping technology, appearing inside our defensive lines like ghosts. Traditional pack defenses weren't

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

She would never have guessed how satisfying it would be to use her new big teeth –the better to eat you with, my deer, she thought with a chuckle to herself at her own play on words—to tear apart a carcass, still flanked protectively by the two males. After the hunt, both William and Empusa showered in the RV that she would not go back into for any reason and joined her on the bus to wait for their vampire compatriots to rise for the long evening ahead. Now she sat between William and Paoli, across from Empusa and Sekhmet, and even with the future ahead so unknown, she felt safer and more protected than she ever had before. "The committee wants to meet with us," Sekhmet said. It was not a su

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o