Shadowhunters Chat! Novels & Stories

I honestly am not getting the logic of these two, for there is one little matter, "What stops him from going into one of us?" Well, Connor so casually pulls his shirt to the side to reveal a rather large tattoo, "This, my friend, this stops possession." I only but huff at him as I pull my shirt to the side, "Does it look like I have one?" "Well," Ethan starts quite confident, "Then we have to kill all of you Vampires." "Oh yes," I snap at him, "And what about the other Hunter and our dear Warlock?"

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

Sapping. “Hello?”, a voice says. “Yes?”, I asked. “Are you Raina?”, they ask. “Yes, and who may you be?”, I answer, then ask. “We’re the shadow beings you helped.”, they answer. “Oh, I never got your names.”, I say. “I’m Walter.” “And I’m Hunter.”, they answer. “So who’s watching Molly?”, I ask. “Hunter is.”, Walter says. “Gotta, can I know why?”, I say, then ask.

Of all the members in our group, I am the shortest, everyone else towering like skyscrapers. Damon turns into a gated national park, finding a spot Xander’s car pulls in next to ours. We spill from the inside like clowns from a tin can. Circling around, Matt and Fletcher flank me as the intercoms and earpieces get passed around. Since we cannot all mindlink easily, we use these to communicate in these kinds of situations.

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for fate," Kieran said. "Even if it is massively fucked up." Marcus laughed from where James held him. "Oh, you haven't heard the best part. Tell her, brother. Tell her what the Shadow Hunters really are." Kieran's face went hard. "Not now." "Yes, now." Marcus's grin was vicious. "The Shadow Hunters aren't just survivors from collapsed realms. They're reality's antibodies. When someone becomes too powerful, too dangerous, they appear to eliminate the threat."

My finger hovered over the send button, unable to press it. Just then, a new message appeared in the chat: "Come to the pack house."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Nearly two hours later Gunner was slamming the button home, taking Khyle out with head shot after head shot in the fiercest first person shooter game they'd played yet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I said searching the dining area. “I am Lynx’s rider; my name is Cannon, Lynn’s baby brother; I have told your Luna and Alpha everything that I know. Lynx has a powerful spell on him, I have tried to connect with him, but he has me blocked. I am willing to help in any way that I can.” He said nodding at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Oh my god Shadow baby your back!” Scarlett screamed as she came into the dining hall throwing herself into my arms.

"We haven’t handled why we came." I picked up the glass and downed the wine in one go. Just as I was about to respond, my phone buzzed, and a name I recognized flashed across the screen. I answered hesitantly, the noise from the other end instantly filling the line. “Hunter,” the voice came, far too cheerful for my liking, “guess what? There’s a duel tonight at ten, and chopping off heads is allowed.” I closed my eyes briefly, “Is that why you called?”

He kissed her lightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Happy birthday, Chloe.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Hunter, just… don’t let go,”, her voice barely audible. “Never,” he replied. “Never.” The door swung open, they walked to the large room, and Callum’s voice cut through the silence. “Oh, look at these two lovebirds. Place your bets, folks!” He gestured to the group of vampires waiting outside. “Kill as many as you can. The one with the least kills… well, you know how this goes.”