Shadowhunters Chat! Novels & Stories

The guards were standing vigilant on their posts, their eyes scanning the area for any threat. We did everything to minimize the impact of the attack. Yet we lost so many lives, especially the young pups. Gabriel was waiting for Zyphre to come back. After that, he had already planned to deal with the hunters, especially that group “The Shifter Hunter”. “Come quickly. I am waiting for you.” Hailley urged me through mind-link, making me increase my pace. “I am almost there.” I informed her and saw her standing at the meeting point with Rodney and his mate, Violet.

It was far too exposed for anyone to change without being seen. Kim's expression darkened. Jasmine froze. The live chat turned vicious. [That fucking bitch!] [Just jump out of the coffin and divorce her right now! Sue her until she has nothing left!] [He can't, you dumbass. He needs to secure her family's business first!] [I would've dropped this story ages ago if I didn't know she's going to crash and burn!] I looked up at Kim with an innocent expression. "I don't have the strength to make it to the changing room. I can't even sit straight. I think there's a chair behind the casket. Could you ask someone to move it and bring it to me?"

I didn’t think about it while you were here, you know … since you were here,* she said, with a little laugh. Every breath I take as a mated man is a distraction. Especially having seen what’s between her legs but not getting to touch it. I grunted out loud that time, as the visual flashed in my mind. “Coffee,” I heard, and only turned slightly, accepting a cup from a warrior. I nodded my thanks. I heard several Shadows arrive, Chance’s booming voice was a bit loud over the rest. We just needed to sort this shit out so we could move on. “All right, let's get it on. Chance says it’s okay to talk like this, there’s no one around to hear, just in case Vance is on the lookout,” Shane said, and I

Hunter asked looking at both Ahnyla and Shay. He tried sniffing the air to catch the scent but there was nothing. “Oh that was the TV I turned it off because the volume wasn't working so we just turned it off.” Shay said in a rush holding up the a remote. Hunter didn't say anything for a while, but eventually shrugged his shoulders. “I am going into the meeting if the hotel conference room, the alpha will let us know what time we will be leaving once everything is handled, I'll come and let you know.” Hunter said as walked back out of the door without waiting for a response. Ahnyla and Shay both looked at each other letting out the breath they were both holding.

"Well after the fights for cash, there are rounds where everyone can fight anyone till the death." "And who will be there?" Jeremy plopped himself on the dark green couch and sighed loudly while taking a sip of the contents in his glass. "Well both vampires and hunters. Why do you think it's illegal you idiot," he said. "Oh yeah, one of the council's many many rules and regulations...wait did you say illegal," I grinned widely Jeremy returned the grin and nodded. This family was all the same. A thirst for mischief was in our blood. "See I told you it would be fun here!"

“Come out, come out, wherever you’re hiding, you flaming-haired freak!” Another bang. “You know what time it is!” another girl chimed in, high-pitched and nasal. “Time for everyone’s favourite game—let’s humiliate the charity case!” “Get out before we come to get you, bitch!” the first snapped, now low and cruel. Sierra didn’t move. Not yet. Not until her hands stopped shaking. The shadows might be quiet… but they remembered. The pounding stopped. So did the voices. Sierra sat motionless for another five minutes, counting the thump of her heartbeat and the seconds between shadow whispers. Twenty-three. Twenty-four…

"That Hunter was Stage Two. Probably had a decent experience and knew what he was doing. And he still died. But if he'd won, five hundred credits. That's half a year of Alex's medication." "You're not thinking about doing…" "I'm thinking about it." She finally looked at me. Fabian leaned closer. "The odds…" "Fuck the odds." Whitney's voice had an edge I'd never heard before. "You think I don't know the math? I've watched enough matches to understand exactly how this works." The bell rang. Eighth match. This time, it was a Hunter who looked barely twenty, facing something that moved like smoke and shadow. A Shade. Class D, but one of the trickier variants. Hard to hit, harder to kill.

Hunter - of course it is silly Josh - forgive my manners, I'm Josh Grimshaw Zoey - we already know that Zoey has added Chirag to the group chat Chirag - where am I? Am I in heaven? Hunter - shut up Zoey changed the name of the group chat to Sherlock Holmes, Nancy Drew, Harry Potter and Frankenstein Chirag - looks like a big bunch of heathens Josh - who's Frankenstein!!? Chirag - Zoey must be Nancy Drew then because I read in the book that Nancy Drew is a female Zoey - how'd you guess? Hunter - it's quite obvious Hunter typed and strayed a bit into the road. Josh yanked his arm just as a passing motorist does past, yelling obscenities after them.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

“And I will never accept it.” Something stabs deep in my chest, sharper than I expect. I cover it with a scoff. “Join the club. I’ll even get us matching jackets.. Team Hatred.” His eyes flash, a storm raging there, but before either of us can say something we’ll regret or, worse, something true, a branch snaps nearby. We spin in unison, instincts sharpening. The scent hits me first: acrid, metallic. Hunters. Of course. Because what’s better than a midnight bond spat? Throw in some humans with UV rounds. Perfect.