Shadowhunters Books Novels & Stories

Outside, just beyond the ward line, something old and wrong moved in the treeline—too cold, too smooth, too patient to be just wolves. The Hollow King couldn’t reach through the bond anymore. So he’d sent messengers. Silverveil was done hiding. Charlotte Hale had been born. Bloodmoon had marked her. And now the world was going to learn what that meant.

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

I gently raised my head away from his shoulder, and that seemed to have drawn his attention. “You're awake". He said and I nodded. His eyes went towards my chest and even though I knew he wanted to see if my wounds were healed, I used the jacket to cover myself up shyly. I heard him sigh before looking forward. It didn't take long before we finally got to the Royal blood pack, the pack of lycans. The creatures that are ten times bigger, faster, stronger, and smarter than normal werewolves. This was it, I was finally away from the Golden pack, away from my dad and sister for life.

I moved away and decided to go through the files I'd taken. I saw lists of supernatural species to be hunted. He could never get enough of the game like he'd called it. Hunting our kind, hunting every kind of supernatural beings brought him pleasure. They were all pawns in his sick games. I hoped and prayed he had the answers I'd seek.

Caitlin flew through the night sky, racing for all she was worth. In one hand, she clutched the three keys, feeling her father's presence with her strongly. In the other, she clutched the vial holding Violet's blood, feeling the energy pulsing through it, praying, hoping beyond hope that this small vial of blood could save Caleb's life. And praying that then, somehow, they could figure out how to save Scarlet’s life, too.

Blood poured everywhere, and Caitlin stopped it with her hands. Blake reached down, tore a strip of fabric off of his shirt with his teeth, and handed it to Caitlin. She took it, and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Finally, the bleeding stopped. Blake bent down, grabbed the tip of the arrow, and held it up to the moonlight. “As I thought,” he said. “Silver-tipped. These were not hunters. They were vampire hunters. Looking specifically for types like us.” Caitlin looked at the arrow tip, and saw that he was right. She looked at his wound in concern.

“It was supposed to be the other way around.” She smiled back. “You saved me, too,” she said. But before the two of them could collect themselves, suddenly, there was another crash. They turned to see, in the far corner of the church, several more windows get shattered. She could not believe it. Who could it be now? In flew Kyle, Sergei, and Kendra. The three of them spread throughout the air, each holding unusual weapons, and flying right for them. At the same time, the huge doors opened from the rear of the church, and in poured hundreds of new vampires, all clearly loyal to Kyle.

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next generation of Guardians as much as you enjoyed the first trilogy. Also, if you haven't tried it, I have a book out called The Arena. It's the first in the Elemental Dragons series. It's very different from this world of the Guardians. That book is filled with shifters and, you guessed it, dragons. That series is intended to have four books, one for each dragon.

Part 1: Naomi Kharkov has already found the perfect man. Except he’s dead. So when her mate bond sparked with another, she ran. Naomi remains a warrior to her core. Falling in love has damaged her once already. When Finn vows to prove his worth, at any cost, she knows her heart is at risk again. But things have changed. Forced to work together, how long before the call of their wolves proves too strong to resist. After all, the Moon Goddess blessed them to be together. Except is the success of their bond only fueling the cruelest of Fate's long-held plans? Part 2: Phoebe Kharkov was meant to be someone important. A Fate. A living Goddess of the Shadowlands, until it was stolen aw

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”