Shadowhunters Werewolves Novels & Stories

traced back to this day. They peacefully co-existed with all the other Species that lived in and around their valley for centuries, and then the humans evolved. Sadly Werewolves do not reproduce as quickly as the human race, none of the Immortal Species did and as the centuries passed their number dwindled alarmingly. The Council of Immortals decided the only way to counteract this was to breed with the humans, so they took human females, without permission, raiding the villages and dragging the ones they chose from the arms of their parents, boyfriends or husbands. Humans learn quickly, they knew the Immortals were stronger, faster and more intelligent so the

I felt my world spinning as I moved closer to him. "How many?" he asked, already moving to protect me. "Twelve... no, fifteen," My gift showed me the truth of our attackers. "They have new weapons - things designed to hurt werewolves. And they brought..." I paled. "They brought other gifted ones. Ones they've broken." I felt tears fill my eyes as I watched the ones they broke follow their orders. I was afraid for Liam and our packs. not just for myself. The hunters wanted to have our gifts to take out all supernatural creatures or use them as weapons. Werewolves are extremely strong, especially those with alpha blood.

Dark, shadow-like beings with glowing red eyes, their movements unnaturally fast, their forms shifting in and out of existence. Eve’s stomach twisted. “What are they?” The witch’s voice was soft. “The Shadowborn were not just wolves. They were something more. A hybrid bloodline—born of both wolf and magic.” Eve’s entire body went cold. She watched as one of the Shadowborn warriors unleashed a wave of darkness, cutting through the enemy ranks like a blade. The werewolves fighting beside them moved with unnatural speed, their eyes glowing silver, their forms almost… shifting. Like they were something more than just wolves.

’ She felt her hairs on the back of her neck stand on end at the words, ‘Hunters’ She hissed, making her way towards the noise, moving swiftly and silently through the woods, perching high up in a large oak tree, anger pouring through her veins at the scene below her. All Immortals feared the Hunters, they were a breed of humans descended from the first ones brave enough to tackle the Werewolves. Humans who had dedicated their lives to hunting down and eliminating all Immortals, as their knowledge of the Immortal World grew, they became a race apart, training and growing stronger and more knowledgeable as the years passed.

"I don't understand." He smiled again, "Maybe this is all still confusing to you, but sooner or later your memory will come back ... In fact, maybe you already remember? In your dreams? Then I will help you to remember who you are. You are Gabriella, daughter of Gregory Gold and Elizabeth, my older sister. Your father's family is a pure blooded lycan family that controls most of the werewolf territory. Your father is his right hand man and heir. The Lycan are a power hungry breed, they are more dominant than Alpha werewolves. Each year only 6 lycans can be born to the world, because of that they were outnumbered compared to the werewolves. So when the war took place even though the lycan wer

I had missed him more than I could say. "But why are you here?" I asked. James hesitated, then finally spoke. "I need your help, Liam. It's important. And it's dangerous." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of help?" James took a deep breath. "There's a group of humans. They call themselves the Hunters. They're after us, Liam. They're after our kind." I felt a chill run down my spine. The Hunters were a group of humans who hunted and killed werewolves. They were ruthless and relentless, and they had already taken out several packs in the area.

A dark cloud welled up in her head and she covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself from screaming. It was front page news for a reason. They were giving the werewolves a signal. Telling them they were here. And the symbol made shivers run down her back. It couldn’t be just any stupid old Hunter, but part of the most feared families of Hunters. Those Hunters that had been in the business of exterminating werewolves for generations. They were trained from birth, and due to this were faster, stronger, and better than a regular human in every way. If they were here, then there was no joke - it would be a bloodbath.

7 years ago. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the clearing where the young werewolves of the Strom pack gathered for their first hunting ceremony. Among them were Alessia and Kiana, both recently turned 16 and eager for the thrill of their first hunt. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as the pack assembled, waiting for the Alpha's signal. Alessia exchanged glances with Kiana, who stood besides her. It was a rite of passage, the first hunt after their initial transformation, and the forest beckoned with promises of adventure and challenges.

On top of it all, there was the reappearance of the Crimson Shadow Pack… so everyone was on edge, scrambling for answers, and as Layla took charge of the meeting, giving a recap of all we had faced during the attack, I watched their faces grow taut with worry. “Just to be clear,” a werewolf said into the silence that followed the end of her narration: “There are superhuman Hunters out there with the ability to influence our thoughts among other things, and some of our own have also turned on us?” “That’s the gist of it,” Layla responded in a matter-of-fact tone, and immediately the whole room descended into chaos as several voices rose up, asking questions, conveying worry, and so on. My mat

“Lucian has begun his march. His army has tripled since last we counted.” Darius’s eyes darkened. “Tripled?” “The warlocks have been busy,” she said. “They’ve been performing rituals binding the fallen wolves, twisting their spirits back into flesh. What he commands now… they’re not living. They’re something else.” Lyra’s heart sank. “The Shadowborn.” Helene nodded. “Creatures that don’t bleed or tire. They feed on pain and obey no alpha but him.” A chill rippled through the air, and for a moment, even the wind seemed to die.