Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

"We must proceed with caution. Sharon is dangerous, and she won't go down without a fight." The team advanced silently, their steps careful and deliberate. They moved through the dense foliage, their senses heightened, ready to face whatever awaited them in the shadows. As they approached the hideout, tension gripped their hearts, each breath filled with anticipation. Suddenly, Sharon emerged from the shadows, her eyes wide with alarm as she spotted the hunters. Without hesitation, she broke into a sprint, her feet carrying her swiftly through the tangled forest. The hunters gave chase, their determination fueling their pursuit.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

"And here I thought the Shadow Syndicate had some pride left." The shadows exploded. Ten figures materialized from the training shed. Seasoned A-class bounty hunters, clad in dull leather and tactical mana-armor. Synchronized lethality of a wolf pack. I didn't wait. I dropped my center, crimson silk tearing at the hem as I lunged. The first hunter - brute with a serrated shortsword - swung horizontally. I leaned back, spine bending into a bridge, blade hissing an inch above my nose. Planted palms on dirt. Executed a violent headstand-kick. Boots connected with his jaw.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

My hand flew up before I could mull over it and landed squarely on his left cheek. A gasp escaped my lips. His head snapped to the side from the force with the sound echoing like danger. For a moment, everything went still. My breathing grew quicker with my eyes staring at my palms in absolute horror. Alessandro's eyes were dark when his head moved and his gaze met mine. I stood there quivering like a leaf. His jaw tightened. "Damn you," he hissed. Before I could move, he bent down and threw me over his shoulder. He lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Then, flashing through the void of my horrible, awful choices, a shout: “She’s one of them!” “No she fucking isn’t!” Dad roared, the sound so wild, so animalistic, that I hardly made out the voice as his. “Look at her arm.” He punctuated it with a swift blow, which was followed by the slump of a body against the floor. I dropped the body to the ground, disgusted. My arm no longer burned, but my cheeks did as I rose and forced a stake into the vampire’s heaving chest. I did not pause to look at my wrist; I did not dare to look at my Dads, at the other hunters. Shame clouded my head, and I stumbled back into the fray, desperate to shove aside all thoughts except the bliss of mindless movement,

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

"Luckily I have willing hands to help me. If you won't do what you're meant to do, Shawn, your friends will be more than happy to." My friends? My fri... Wait. No! Sam! She knew what I was. She figured it out and contacted Dad. Kayla! Fuck no! I shouldn't have left her in the car. Dad saw the realization dawn in my eyes but this time he was too slow to stop me and by the time he reached out to grab me I was off the ground, running out of the house. The car door was open and Kayla was surrounded. Sam, Gabe, Lisa...all of them. The so-called vampire hunters. They held cross bows with gold tipped bolt aimed at Kayla from all sides. Her eyes were wide with fear.