Shadowhunters Book 1 Novels & Stories

"And before I forget, if a thing doesn't linger in your brain for about 5 seconds, the caster cannot hear it. Atleast that was the record of the fastest reader I've known." Right now, I am so much sure about one thing, indeed, I am the reason why Ruka reacted like that. The girl didn't like me and I insulted her even more. Did I just sign myself into a death wish? Will she come for me later? Maybe at midnight? My own thoughts were scarying me more that I'm already was. "And lastly, the decendants of Meniah. Red-eyed kierikos who can transform themselves into wild creatures." I looked at him closely, he had those kind of eyes. I patiently waited for him to fill me with details but he didn't s

“Now!” Caitlin looked up, and in her haze, barely saw him. On one level, she heard him, but on the other, it hurt too badly. It was overwhelming her. A desire to feed. To destroy. To get her fill. Now. Caleb must’ve seen whatever it was overcoming her, because, before she could react, he quickly and firmly took her arm, and let her down the staircase, and out the house. It was nearly dark as they hurried out the front door of Hawthorne’s house and down the walkway. They were moving so fast, they didn’t even look up, and didn’t even realize that they were walking right into a huge trap.

As Caitlin flew over the Bronx, she was horrified to see the extent of the devastation occurring on the streets beneath her. On block after block, there was bloodshed, vampires gorging on humans, openly in the night. There were also humans attacking humans, trying to flee in the chaos. It was anarchy. And she couldn’t help but feel responsible. If she’d had just held onto the Sword, if she hadn’t let it slip away, perhaps none of this would’ve happened.

But I'd only made it two blocks when I felt it. Eyes watching me. I turned around, and my blood ran cold. Three figures stood in the shadows of an alley. Vampires. I could tell by their glowing eyes, red, like fresh blood. They smiled, showing their fangs. "Well, well," one of them said. "If it isn't the Nightshade heir. We've been looking for you." I ran.

The boy’s grief was a vacuum, and the mage’s rage was the fuel. As the wolves turned their bloody muzzles toward him, Allen didn't feel fear. He felt a cold, crystalline purpose. The star quarterback, the golden boy of Asheville, vanished beneath a layer of blackened, magical frost. Through the haze of the possession, one thought burned brighter than the stadium lights: Every wolf dies. He wanted revenge for his mother. He wanted revenge for the life that had been stolen. And in that moment, the first Hunter was born.

Zane said, a sharp, dangerous smile cutting across his face. Without a backward glance at my fiancé, I turned and marched out of the ruined apartment, leaving Andrew alone in the ash and the dark, not caring whether he followed or not. Zane trailed right at my heel, his silent, powerful presence a strange comfort against the storm. We broke through the front doors of the building and stepped directly into the night. The rain was pouring in torrents now, a heavy, deafening sheet of water that instantly soaked through my clothes and washed the soot from my skin. The cold wind howled through the empty streets, but as I walked forward into the darkness alongside a demon hunter, I knew there was

Crown HUD (new permanent alert, blood-red text): SEVERED CIRCLE – ACTIVE HUNTERS Status: 6 / 7 shards still intact Next projected Revenant manifestation: within 7–14 days They will pursue when you are not on protected pack ground. The hunt is mutual. I look at Remy, at Seras, at the valley sleeping outside the window. Thirty-eight pieces left. Six ancient sorcerers who literally helped write the rules of my power, now trying to kill me with them. Good. I always work better when the odds say I should be scared. Let them come. School’s Monday through Friday. Every other minute belongs to the storm. The Monastery of Mages and Wizards, Shambhala December 15, 2026 – 02:47 a.m. Himalayan time

The wolves howled together, backing away as if afraid, even the rival hunters faltered outside and their voices weak. The Blood Moon’s light poured through the broken roof, shining down on her like a spotlight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t choose. But the choice was choosing her. The journal opened wide, pages whipping like wings. Words wrote themselves in glowing light in a language she should not have known, but the meaning sank deep into her blood. The heir must bleed to bind the oath. Her knees gave out. Ash caught her. Kael called her name. Then the wolves jumped again, breaking the brief peace.

The statue now had dark patches all over its wings as well as the rest of the body, and the surrounding trees now stood like huge dark skeletons covered in a thin skin of white snow, and looking at them made a shudder run down Zaira’s spine. Holding the gun in preparation for a shot, she unlocked the safety and made a dash for the entrance. Reaching the huge iron doors with its intricate designs, she shoved it open to find it unlocked. Confident that the vampire inside would be taken by surprise, she rushed inside… only to slump forward and drop to the ground. Something connected with the back of her head, rendering her unconscious. ***** “Was this really necessary, Son?” a heavily accented

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it might be. Martin took a deep breath, “I want you both to promise that you will listen to what I’m about to tell you all the way through, with no interruptions, before you voice your opinions, ask questions, or flee the room. Do I have that promise?” When the girls nodded, he continued. “Nick and I come from a very old family that immigrated from England three centuries ago. When we arrived, we encountered a small, remote colony that took us in and shared its secrets with us. One of these secrets involved mastering body regeneration. They taught us how to attach our soul to an alternate reality. While in that reality, we can still wander this re