Shadowhunters Valentine Novels & Stories

“It felt like a gigantic boulder fell on me. I couldn’t understand why and how you met a guy like him… you were never that type of a person. You were different and that’s what I love about you.” She felt like all of this was her fault. She whipped her head to the right, looking down on the streets through the window and sighed deeply. “Stop,” Valentine ordered, “I’ve heard enough.” “Valentine, you always lit up the spark in me… that you killed as well when I heard from Delilah that you were getting married. It was so sudden and expected. I mean, who marries days after their engagement?” he chuckled maniacally as he controlled his voice to not let anyone hear him.

Slowly he tilted my chin up so I could look at his face, staring up into his eyes which now swirled with the most beautiful colour red I had ever seen. " I know you like the real me more than who I pretend to be around others," he whispered into my ear sending shivers down my spine, up my spine, and then visibly on my shoulders. Slowly Haydon began to move his feet to the slow beats of the music, but it felt as if we were exactly on par with one another. Our feet moving in perfect sync, and for another moment...everything was the way it was supposed to be and Haydon and I were no longer Haydon and Katerina, vampire and vampire hunter, sworn enemies because the rules said so. Instead we were

She had crossed one fourth lenght of the path and there was yet no response from his side. It made her sigh for she masterly tamed him avoiding any kind of destruction done to herself or to himself as well. Alas, life was not as favourable as she supposed it to be. "You didn't leave me in any position of doing any talks, Valen-tine." Intrigued with his sentence as Valen turned around to spare him a glance, she experienced herself being held high in the air away from the ground against the cold wall of the building and the very next moment, she sensed an agonizing pain shoot down the muscles of her neck as his canines punctured hole in her skin.

As soon a shay reached the office door she could here loud talking, she took a deep breath before knocking on the door slightly. "Come in" Mr Hyin voice bumped on the door. Shay slowly turned the doorknob and let herself in, she saw him around his desk and a teenage looking girl standing Infront him with her hands on her hips. She had brown straight hair, round face and same complexion as Mr Hyin. Definitely Koreans Shay thought. "Glad you finally decided to joined us Miss Valentine, first day and you're late" Mr Hyin said irritated. "I'm sor--- " This is Sun Hi my younger sister.... Sun Hi meet Miss Valentine your nanny" he introduce cutting Shay off.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Behind her, the air tore open. Literally tore—like reality splitting into a wound. From the darkness within, two figures stepped out. Vampires. Tall, pale, with that unnatural stillness of the undead. Light black leather armor. Short swords glowing with dark energy—silver infused with something demonic. A shadow portal. Malik’s warlock had opened a gate straight into the greenhouse basement. “You’ve got company,” Valentina said. “And before you think about screaming—there are four more upstairs. Your silver guardian friend was the first to fall. Paralyzed spell. She’s alive… but if you don’t cooperate, she won’t be.”

Just three photos. The first: my hospital diagnosis. Food poisoning. A severe allergic reaction. Threatened miscarriage. The second: Adrian's mortgage agreement, backing an $800,000 loan. Creditor: Summer Shafer. The third: my pants soaked in blood as the park ranger loaded me into an ambulance. One caption. [On Valentine's Day, I lost my child... and the ability to love the man I trusted.] Less than ten minutes later, the comments went feral. [Wait. Is this actually real??]

The shadow of Dayneris was gone from that moment, forced back by my will, my love, my fire. But deep inside, I knew the war was far from over. Alessio would not stop. The relic was only the beginning. And yet, as I pressed my forehead against hers, inhaling her scent—honeysuckle, storm rain—I promised silently, fiercely, “Whatever comes… I will always be your shield, your cage, your home. No shadow, no past, no brother will take you from me. Not now. Not ever.” And in that moment, Valentina’s warmth grounded me, gave me purpose, and ignited a fire that centuries of loss and grief could not extinguish...

Yet, there is a part of her that fears what is to come, that dreads the sight of blood and the finality it represents. Valentine, the 20-year-old son of the amiable and highly venerated Dr. Percy, the vampyre who has become an unlikely ally to the Redbone pack, stands at the edge of the clearing, his dark eyes never leaving Selena. He is an enigma, a creature of the night who has chosen to walk among wolves. His presence is a reminder that the world is not as black and white as it seems, that there are shades of gray in even the most rigid of hierarchies. Valentine’s attention is focused, his senses attuned to every movement, every breath. He is here not just as an observer, but as a protect