Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

The footsteps were familiar, even before I turned around. “Kai,” I said, not bothering to look at him. “We have a problem,” he said, his voice tight. I finally turned to face him. Kai’s face was lined with tension, and his jaw set in that grim way that told me whatever news he brought was worse than usual. I raised an eyebrow, waiting. “The shadow hunters,” he continued, “they’re moving into the lower cities. Faster than they have ever done.”

Exhaustion lines their faces, and I can tell they haven't come to any easy conclusions. "We studied all we knew about the creatures attacking you," Susan says in a quiet tone. "We found they don't originate with just some ancient being but are connected with witches-the darker side of witchcraft." Amara nods grimly. "Their name is 'Shadow Hunters.' They exist on the boundary between worlds, and have been created by witches some time ago to guard secrets-terrible secrets. "So… they're after us because of some prophecy?" David asks, furrowing his brow.

King Luca I couldn't hear anyone speaking to me as I hurried to where the screams were coming from. Pero and Antonio were right behind me, and soon we got to downtown, where the attack was happening. Shadowhunters. It was unheard of. They never came out during the day, only at night. Still, I was relieved that it wasn't Elara in her disastrous mode. It would have broken her really badly that she had hurt the people where she had taken refuge. Her own people. Maera was still a tough nut to crack, but hopefully, by the time we got back, she would have softened up a bit. Still, Shadowhunters were easy to deal with; the only problem

The shapeshifter shifted again, towering and humanoid yet inhuman. Its black, waterlike limbs flowed unnaturally around a skeletal frame. Its voice carried across the storm, cold and deliberate. “You think your little games have ended me? You’ve killed my handler. One of many. The High Hunters are patient. They will not stop until every vampire is destroyed.” Junie’s green eyes narrowed. “It’s not… it’s not just hunting us. It’s warning us. But is it a threat… or something else?”

Kieran's voice cracked through the column like a whip. I dropped. Pure reflex. The blade meant for my throat passed close enough that I felt the air shift against my neck. I came back up on my feet with the Blood-Bind burning awake in my chest and read the formation in one sweep. Eight Shadow-Hunters. Spreading fast. Targeting the front of the column where I was walking. Not a random ambush. They had come for me specifically. "Sera, left!" Alexei's voice cut through the chaos. I spun. A Hunter was already mid-lunge, blade driving straight at my ribs with the clean precision of someone trained rather than angry. No hesitation. No emotion. Just the flat focus of a man sent to finish a job.

CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

“The Southern Clan is loyal to the council. They wouldn’t betray us.” Dorian, standing at Valen’s side, stepped forward. “It’s not a rebellion. Our scouts found evidence of an attack. The Southern Clan’s borders were breached, but there are no signs of rogues or rival vampires. This isn’t their work.” “Then who?” Valen asked sharply. Dorian hesitated before answering. “Hunters.” The room fell silent. Hunters had been a rare but deadly threat in the past. They were humans trained to hunt and kill vampires, equipped with weapons specifically designed to bypass their defenses.

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."