Shadowhunters Books Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

I slipped behind a broken section of wall, pressing myself flat against the stone. The footsteps passed. Two guards. Running. Running. That never happens. Guards don’t run. Not here. Not unless something is very wrong. I waited. Counted slowly in my head. Then I stepped out again. But this time… I didn’t go deeper. I turned back. Because something told me— Whatever was happening tonight… I wasn’t ready for it. Thorne POV The first wolf came from the left. Fast. Silent. Wrong move. I twisted just as it lunged, my claws tearing through its throat mid-air. Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me.

“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.

I was supposed to meet back with him in a few more days. "I'll be back, I need to go take care of something." I get up for the couch and leave the house. Once I start to approach the west broader, going deep into the snowy forest, I see pack warriors standing there in wolf form growling and snapping sharp teeth. I make my way through the thick trees and pack warriors, making my way up to the front. Once I get to the front, I see Uncle Jax and Tilda's mate slowly stalking back and forth watching the vampire prince as he stands there a few yards away leaning up again a thick tree looking unbothered by the growling pack warriors.

They were fiction to humans, but all too real for people like Haydon and I. Slowly I skimmed the pages in one of the books and became fully aware of how much hatred vampire hunters had towards vampires. However, I realised that this was true mostly for the older generation. The generation my mom belonged to. Slowly I put the book down and headed to Haydon's bed where I sank gently into the duvets. Slowly I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, loving the potent scent of him. I was in an absolute state of peace when all of a sudden, I heard screams of agony coming from the room next door.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

I made sure to tightly grip the fuckers fur with relish as we slowly turned and started walking. Me, naked, covered in blood, atop a giant brown hybrid wolf surrounded by four other snarling beasts, all following a naked brown-haired woman. Despite everything I wondered if this was a bizarre enough scene for even Easton to stop talking. /Probably not. But I’d take his cabbage talk over this right now/ By the time we arrive at a series of black trucks which look exactly like Shadowlands I am struggling. Shi needs to heal me but every juddering step this beast takes feels like my leg might actually detach.

he said, rubbing his arms. “Fine, but you get in my car,” I said firmly, wondering if I could even trust this dude. We got in the car and I blasted the heat. “All right so … what are you talking about,” I demanded. “Ever heard of ‘Sun Stroke’ I wonder," he said with a wicked grin, proud of himself. “Wha--what … what do you know about it,” I said in a whisper. Sun Stroke was one of the world’s most notorious hacker networks, completely elusive to law enforcement for years, and treated as a cult like religion or god to those who wanted to be part of it.

Nick wrestled with what to do. It was the night of the new moon and he should be returning to shadow land for regeneration and rejuvenation. He could skip one new moon with limited consequences to himself, but more than that would be a problem. He guessed his captor was a shadow person simply by the way he was being treated. It wasn’t as cruel and harsh as one would expect from a hunter who was simply waiting for him to leave his body on the new moon, so it could be destroyed before he returned. Hunters had a sick way of thinking that, since the body was empty of the spirit because it was in shadow land, they weren’t committing murder by destroying it. They failed to understand that a s