Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Somehow, I knew I could trust her. I guessed it was a wolf thing, but I had it my whole life. When I met someone, I can read them, sensing if they were a good person or not, or if they had a negative agenda. It had helped me over the years, especially when I started dating. But that's another story. "So, what exactly is Nightshade?" I asked. Since we were on the subject, I wanted to know as much about them as I could. Bailey finished off the piece of chicken she was eating and took a sip of her soda to wash it down. "They're supernatural hunters."

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

“Shit. And she's sure that he did it?” I nodded, remembering that he couldn't see me so I said, “Yes.” “Zayn killed one of his own, a member of the pack. You know what the rules are.” Jaxon said. “He's just a teenager. The council can't possibly try to exile or execute him, can they?” I said. I knew the rules, yes. If you killed one of your own, you would get killed or exiled. Most times, killed. “We have to find Zayn first. We need to know what happened before it reaches the council.” Jaxon said. “Do you have any idea where he might be?”

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

the heir ordered, but the ground shuddered as the beast slammed into the nearest rider, hurling man and horse aside like toys. Another cage burst open under the strain of whatever was inside—this one spilling a swarm of shadow-thin creatures that clung to the snow like smoke given shape. They didn’t choose sides. The first they tore down was a Creed spearman. The camp dissolved into chaos—soldiers screaming, arrows flying at anything that moved. Eolan felt the shadow at his back surge forward, eager to meet this new darkness. He didn’t hold it back. Black tendrils erupted from his hands, striking at the swarm, shoving it away from his own. But each touch left him colder, as if they were leec