Shadowhunters Werewolves Novels & Stories

The Alpha who could protect her, elevate her, give her a place in the pack. She looked at me. Battered. Bleeding. Young. But willing to die for her. Her mouth opened. "I choose—" A horn blasted from the tree line. Not the pack's horn. Something deeper. Older. A sound that made every wolf freeze. Shadows moved in the trees. Many of them. Moving with a grace no wolf possessed. Vampires. Dozens of them. At their head, a figure stepped into the firelight. Tall. Pale. Dressed in black so deep it drank the light.

He passes the knife back to Harriet as she cleans the blade before returning her attention to Ash and Lillie. “Please hold out a hand of your choosing,” she instructs them before continuing on, “-Moon Goddess, bind those that stand before you,” she reaches out slowly; drawing careful cuts across each of their palms, unfazed as the adrenaline courses within their veins, “-grant them access to the Shadow Pack’s hive as they move forward as one while standing at the side of their newly found brothers and sisters.” Elijah takes a step forward; clasping Ash’s hand first as he utters the words, “I accept this wolf as one of my own,” repeating the same in turn with Lillie.

I sucked in a breath. Not from pain. From the way she touched me. For a second, neither of us moved. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something— Another horn blasted through the air. More hunters. I clenched my fists. “This isn’t over,” I said. She nodded, Before we could realise it, warriors came through. Elara immediately healed me and I shifted back to my wolf. This set if hunters were not able to shift. They were known as the cursed. Birthed by a werewolf but unable to shift. They remained human.

I asked. Abuelo looks at me seriously, “Diego really was a bastard and didn’t teach you or your siblings a damn thing.” He growled, but continued. “Hunters for werewolves are very dangerous. They are humans with special abilities to see who are wolves. They have an uncanny amount of strength that rivals our own. They are the worst predators for us because they have special abilities to seek us out and not be detected in the process.” Then Aiden adds, “Hunters are assholes. Even when they say they want to help, they really don’t and backstab everyone. They are definitely not allies.”

Ambrose nodded his head and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. "I don’t know who all will be inside, but there is a high chance that he will have witches, wizards, vampires, and maybe shadow demons as well." Theodore said before adding, "We have two witches in our teams, Caroline and Scarlett. For vampires, we have Alaric’s coven, one female supernatural hunter, and the rest of the members are werewolves, and they are from the Council: the White Claw pack (Steve’s Pack), the Dark Wood pack (Santino’s Pack), the Moon Shine pack (Artemis’s Pack), and the Night Walker pack (Maverick’s Pack)." Brandon nodded his head.

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

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

My guards had spotted them and one pointed them out to me. “Hunters,” Ellemea stated. “Be cautious.” Hunters were similar to my vampire guards. They were werewolves employed by the Alpha, sworn to protect the werewolf territory from external aggression. They basically shot anyone on sight if they weren’t one of their own, vampires being their main target. Since vampires were a wolf’s natural enemy, they always carried with them a white oak dagger- at least from what I remember. That was all the more reason why we needed to be careful.

There was another option, and that was to hold them all prisoners for the rest of their lives, or until we finally caught the Alpha and Luna but if they were the type of werewolves to hide while they sent out everyone else to do their dirty work, then that would be a never-ending battle. ‘We’ve seen no activity near the mansion yet,’ came the sky-shifters' reports. I let out a low, gruff sound of thought and paused in my steps, looking over the surrounding fighting. The Hunters were doing rather well, but for every single Hunter, two werewolves were fighting them. I wasn’t sure if bringing in the others would be worth it yet. A single Hunter would not be an easy match plus with Rem’s power-g

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.