Shadowhunters Books Novels & Stories

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

"The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*." A roar shakes the labyrinth. The bookshelves collapse, revealing a creature-a Librarian grown bloated, its stitches bursting, ink-blood flooding the floor. The Hunter grins. "Time to rewrite the rules." --- **The Kill** The creature lunges, pages spewing from its mouth like bile. I fire. The storm-bullet tears through it, scattering text that combusts midair. The Hunter leaps, his blade severing its ink heart. It collapses, dissolving into a puddle of black sludge. The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

and watch out for this title **Heir of Blood and Moon** *The Blood Moon Cycle, Book Two* ---

he said. Paoli gave him a pained smile. "I do know that, and I appreciate it. But my concern isn't for me," he said. He took a deep breath and seemed to reach a decision at last. "As you know, I've been reading on werewolves tonight. I think I've come across something that might explain what's happening between you and Emily," he said. He turned and retrieved a heavy tome from the counter behind him, then walked over and sat it in front of William. It was a beautiful book with a hand-woven navy-blue front cover. It was decorated with ancient magic symbols, long forgotten by all but a select few. Paoli opened the book with one hand and pointed out the section.

Oblivion took hold of me, and a chamber of ice encased my swollen heart. ** The story continues in Book 2: The Bloodstone Vampire. Out December 1st 2020. Thank you for reading SRWW – I hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as I have!**

Or? Master shook her head in annoyance and picked up the next two folders. "Maik, you get the little blonde and Greg, you can have the tall one." One by one, Jilin distributed folders and interns to the venators until only the sun boy was leaning against the wall. "Shea, you have Devin and ..." When she raised her head, her hand half stretched out towards my folder, she frowned. "Where the fuck is Tack?" Sonnyboy shrugged and picked up the folder. "No idea."

“But over time, the darker vampire races followed them here, and in increasing numbers. The early wars in the colonies weren’t between humans: they were really wars between good and evil vampire races. “And the persecution of witches in Salem was just a front for a persecution of vampires. Wherever there is good, bad follows. A perpetual battle between light and dark. The witches who were persecuted and hung in Salem were all of the good vampire race. “This is why it would make perfect sense for your father to be buried here. Why Salem, in general, makes perfect sense. Why your necklace makes perfect sense. It all points to the same thing: that you are the one heir. The key to finding the sw

Lucifer let out a low, menacing laugh, the sound reverberating in the room like the thunder before a storm. "You were never meant to be like them, Lucian. You have always been mine, whether you accept it or not. The darkness will always call to you. Remember, you tortured them and killed them most cruelly. How can you say you're not like me? Remember Lucas and Ben...?" Lucian's heart raced against his chest. A sudden surge of energy coursed through him as if the shadows were trying to drag him into their depths, pulling him away from everything he knew. He felt his strength waver, the force of the shadows overwhelming him, and his heart grew darker.