Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Screams echoed across the battlefield, followed by the sickening sound of bodies collapsing onto the blood-soaked ground. The crowd watched in frightened fascination, excitement, and curiosity twisting together as confusion spread through the arena. The change had been too abrupt. The hunters had suddenly become the prey. “What is that?” someone asked in shock. “Who are they even fighting?” another questioned anxiously. The spectators exchanged confused and alarmed glances, utterly stunned by the sudden turn of events. The Blood Shadow warriors were using a special top-tier technique called Shadow Sleath, an ancient assassination art that allowed them to move freely within the shadows while

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

A group of Shadow Moon wolves, Kane Weston, Kayla, Lucas, and a few others I recognized from my entrance ceremony before the memory wipe were surrounded. By Bounty Hunters. Remember when I said humans either loved us, hated us, or didn't care? Yeah. There's actually a fourth category. The humans who utterly detested us. The ones who binge-watched too many episodes of Supernatural and decided they were God's gift to monster-killing. They hunted us for money, for pride, and because their mama didn't hug them often enough. And these bastards were here. On wolf territory. There were around fifteen of them standing in a semicircle, guns raised, silver bullets strapped across their chests like the

"Incubi seduce young women while they sleep. We need the others to know you aren't here for sport." As if tomorrow wasn't already going to be bad enough! Now she had to worry about creatures seducing her in her sleep. Where was a good, sturdy, chastity belt when she needed one? “Others? How many others are there?” she asked. “How many other incubi are here?” William tried to clarify her question. “How many kinds of immortals are there?” Emily asked. Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack?

Silver affected all lycanthropes negatively, but with Dani, it was worse than usual. One of the men leaned down and removed the shirt that gave her a semblance of cover. The men gasped when they saw that every part of her body had painful red rashes. “What sort of eyesore is this?” One of the men asked, disgusted. Dani didn't reply, instead she asked a question of her own, ignoring the pain the silver was causing her, “Who are you people?” “We are the Lycan Annihilators. A secret order tasked with cleansing the world of evil lycanthropes.” One of the men announced proudly.

he said, rubbing his arms. “Fine, but you get in my car,” I said firmly, wondering if I could even trust this dude. We got in the car and I blasted the heat. “All right so … what are you talking about,” I demanded. “Ever heard of ‘Sun Stroke’ I wonder," he said with a wicked grin, proud of himself. “Wha--what … what do you know about it,” I said in a whisper. Sun Stroke was one of the world’s most notorious hacker networks, completely elusive to law enforcement for years, and treated as a cult like religion or god to those who wanted to be part of it.

"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

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I returned the book from the bookshelf it was taken from. While walking out of the library, I couldn't help but go back to what I had read. After the war, some vampires started to kill humans. It was not enough for them to drink blood from people, they killed people indiscriminately. The world leaders complained, but the purebloods turned a blind eye to everything. So, in retaliation to that, the world leaders created the Hunters Association. It was a group of humans highly trained to kill supernatural beings.