Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

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.

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

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

But before anyone could speak again— A scream echoed outside. Then another. A Nightfang warrior burst through the broken entrance, blood covering his chest. “Alpha!” He collapsed to one knee. “The Shadowclaw pack brought hunters with them.” Gabriel froze. Selene’s face lost color instantly. Hunters. Not ordinary wolves. Moon hunters. Executioners. The kind sent to destroy supernatural threats. My blood ran cold. The warrior’s voice shook. “They said if we refuse to surrender the girl…” A pause. Then the words that shattered the remaining calm in the hall.

he doesn't even know how to lift a stone with his so called magical gift, he was beginning to doubt if he had any powers at all. "Please, save them this one time Mother Moon, make them wake up immediately," Hunter pleaded with every fibre of his being and they all began to stir awake immediately the door jolted open. "Aah! I see that you guys are awake, it's about time," Darren said. They all stayed silent, their head bowed as they tried to make sense of their surrounding. Confused and scared, Shirley looked to her side, then she sighed in relief when she saw that Hunter was awake and in good shape. She peaked her head a little, looking through the window to that she can guess what the time