Shadowhunters 1 Novels & Stories

It feels like he was being cut and clawed from inside out. Keith and a few Hunters and Huntresses cried out loud as the Shadows they were told to fight were beginning to fall on the ground unexpectedly. The glowing flame on their chest disappearing into nothing. The young man crouched down as well as the others. The men and women screamed as their hands flew up to their heads — as if they’re having an inner battle. Xaphar, a Hunter from the nameless village approached Keith, taking one cautious step after another. “Malakeith?”

The stars were cold and distant, but somewhere beneath their light, shadows moved with silent intent. The question gnawed at him—Who among us hides a knife behind their back? And the answer, when it came, would change everything. The hunt tightens. The shadows grow deeper. Who will survive the coming storm—and who will fall?

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“Okay, whatever suits you best.” I connected my laptop to my phone’s internet and opened the one streaming platform that offered all nine seasons of Haunters. I signed up for a free thirty-day trial, still refusing to waste a single dime on Brandon Price’s boys band. “Shall we?” I asked, opening the episode list. “Go to season one.” “You want me to watch their first visit to the Manor?” “For context.” “Okay.” Watching Haunters with a bunch of ghosts turned out to be way funnier than I would’ve ever expected.

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

King Luca I couldn't hear anyone speaking to me as I hurried to where the screams were coming from. Pero and Antonio were right behind me, and soon we got to downtown, where the attack was happening. Shadowhunters. It was unheard of. They never came out during the day, only at night. Still, I was relieved that it wasn't Elara in her disastrous mode. It would have broken her really badly that she had hurt the people where she had taken refuge. Her own people. Maera was still a tough nut to crack, but hopefully, by the time we got back, she would have softened up a bit. Still, Shadowhunters were easy to deal with; the only problem was that these were coming out at noon. Unheard of.

“This orb’s our shot to stop Calix.” “Then let’s fight,” I say, kissing him quick, shadows curling. “Stay close.” The hunters hit like a damn storm, smashing the gates, wards sparking. “They’re through!” Dante yells, shadows tearing a hunter, blood spraying. “Light ‘em up!” I shout, shadows ripping another, while Raymond’s light blasts a hunter’s arm to ash. “Nice one!” I say, grabbing him as a blade hums past, grazing my arm, pain stinging like hell.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.