Shadowhunters Season 2 Characters Novels & Stories

Liora’s scream caught in her throat. The Blood Moon had woken more than wolves and hunters. It had woken the dead. The fire roared higher, the wolves circled, the hunters pushed closer and the statues turned their crystal eyes to her. The hunt was not just for her anymore. It was because of her. The world had come hunting. And she didn’t know if Ash or Kael would stand by her when the final blow came.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

The guards were standing vigilant on their posts, their eyes scanning the area for any threat. We did everything to minimize the impact of the attack. Yet we lost so many lives, especially the young pups. Gabriel was waiting for Zyphre to come back. After that, he had already planned to deal with the hunters, especially that group “The Shifter Hunter”. “Come quickly. I am waiting for you.” Hailley urged me through mind-link, making me increase my pace. “I am almost there.” I informed her and saw her standing at the meeting point with Rodney and his mate, Violet.

But the heir’s stare was steady, unyielding. “My mother was of the Shadowblood line,” he said at last. “I inherited… this.” He gestured vaguely to the darkness curling at his boots. “I didn’t know what it meant until the Creed found me.” “And now?” she asked. “Now I know they’ll never stop coming.” A knock at the door broke the moment. One of the scouts stepped in, snow melting from his cloak. “My lady. You need to hear this.” The heir straightened. “Speak.”

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

Katie asked wide eyed. "Yeah." Chloe nodded. "Well I saw five of them. They all looked scary and dangerous." "I heard some of the guards talking the other day," another girl called Penny spoke up. "Apparently they have a vampire with them." "I didn't sense one." Chloe replied, frowning softly. "I know I was drunk but they were definitely shifters and high ranking ones as well." "And what about you? Did the Alpha do anything to you?" Katie asked, her voice thick with worry.

“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.

He’d always been there whenever she needed him, and now he was going to be on the other side of a very large building filled with lots of deadly Vampires. Margie delegated her people as well. She was sending Grant with Jo and Paul with Elliott. The other two people that would be going with Jo’s team were already in position on the Mall. Their names were Daniel and Pamela, and that’s all Jo knew about them, other than the fact that one was a Guardian, and the other was a Hunter.

Shadows moved across the floor as the students milled around, looking for friends to huddle with and empty seats to sit on as they waited for the backup generator to kick in. Two figures moved together behind the stacks, forming one large shadow as their individual forms merged. Hunter and Ash had locked in an embrace, bodies pressed against each other, their hands caressing each other's necks, and tousling each other's hair, oblivious in their passion to the world around them. Another shadow crept along the floor, moving silently away from the stacks where the lip-locked couple remained. Celia scurried away on her hands and knees, giggling like a naughty child who had seen something she sho

The thinned bloodline within me trembled under this pressure, with every breath I took carrying a searing pain. Jordan calmly looked at the Gamma, who was walking over slowly. His handsome features had no cracks whatsoever—only a trace of irritation and detachment at the unwelcome disturbance. Those deep, captivating eyes I once adored were now cold enough to freeze me to the bone. "Gamma, this she-wolf has some mental issues." His voice was low and magnetic as always, but now every word he said was ice-cold. He pointed at me and spoke in a nauseating, condescending tone that showed his so-called consideration. "That's Sasha Calhoun, the sister of my future mate. Ever since her mate was fel