Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He was holding a remote detonator in his gloved hand. “Hunters are patient,” Leo replied. He was crouched low, his sniper rifle resting on a flat stone. But they are very greedy. They think they’re hunting a broken girl and a billionaire who doesn't know how to fight in the snow. Don't worry, they’ll come. Ten minutes later, three dark shapes moved into the pass. They didn't walk like men, they moved like predators, low and fast. These were the King’s elite, the Shadow Hunters. They carried pulse rifles and wore armor that made them nearly invisible against the rocks.

She didn't waste a single second attempting to look back; she launched herself forward, her adrenaline overriding the burning pain in her shoulder as she tore down the alleyway at a full sprint. She held her bleeding shoulder tightly, trying to stanch the flow of blood as she ran. The sound of pursuing footsteps grew louder, multiplying in volume. There wasn't just one attacker; a coordinated group was hunting her down through the dark. Even through the haze of pain, Seven could distinctly feel their operational presence, their killing intent cutting through the night air like a knife. Carlos had spent years training her in situational awareness, drilling her on how to sense the subtle shift