Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead. Sierra, Cyrus, and I had formed a new district of hunters. We were smaller in size, with less resources, less members, and less weapons, but each of us believed that, together, we could protect Seafall and beyond. And, though we had left the other hunters behind, Sierra still met with them regularly to discuss (what they called) “matters of note.” Such matters would never be shared with Cyrus or I – no vampire nor ex-member would ever be deemed worthy – but they did not need to know that Sierra divulged every gory detail to us the se

Animal Hunters could only handle Low Class Magical Beasts, whereas Thrashers could handle the Middle and average High Classes with relative comfort. Predators were the second highest combat force of this world. They were rare and highly sought after even in the cities. Predators could handle any High Class Magical Beast, and were strong enough to go against the power of Mythic Class Magical Beasts. Two Predators with good teamwork could kill a very strong Mythic Class without sustaining severe injuries. They were a very powerful force to reckon with.

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.”

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.

She is driving me nuts with her secrecy and offhand comments like these. Before I could respond my delta came in,“Alpha! Rogues and hunters around 50”. “Rogues?” Ashley asked and I stiffened. “Just a code we use here for school rivals. Something came up, I have to go”,I said running out to the forest where all the warriors were. “What do you want?” I growled my warriors backing me up. “The Shadow Walker is in your territory. Hand her or him over and we’ll let you go”, he growled and I looked at him shocked. A Shadow Walker is someone who protects supernatural creatures like us against our enemies. Their identity is unknown. No one has ever seen them, like ever.

It feels like he was being cut and clawed from inside out. Keith and a few Hunters and Huntresses cried out loud as the Shadows they were told to fight were beginning to fall on the ground unexpectedly. The glowing flame on their chest disappearing into nothing. The young man crouched down as well as the others. The men and women screamed as their hands flew up to their heads — as if they’re having an inner battle. Xaphar, a Hunter from the nameless village approached Keith, taking one cautious step after another. “Malakeith?”

"The goddess always seems to bless Hellhound males with smart women. The gods know those males need them. You're right; myths tend to come from a truth albeit perhaps an embellished truth. Shadow Wolves are no different although I'm not sure there are any werewolves alive today who know the story. "The story goes that Shadow Wolves are the spirits of fallen werewolves that manifest from the shadows around us when summoned. Only one strong enough to control these creatures has the ability to conjure them. They grant a single wish to the person that summons them and they can't be summoned again by that person once the wish has been fulfilled." "But that's not true, is it?" Chloe raised an eyeb

The words hung in my throat like a lead ball. "A vampire hunter, Shawn. That is what you are too." No. No. Fuck no! "That's not possible," I said shaking my head, feeling as if my head was going to explode. "It is possible. Your powers have awaken." I laughed because it was stupid as fuck. "You are wrong. I had no powers until I died and came back to life. Kayla gave me her venom." I turned to mom even though I was hurt by her betrayal. "I'm sorry Mom but Kayla is a vampire. The Storms are not humans. That's the big secret they've been hiding. Logan is not human either. He's a hybrid."

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.