Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

Now I understood her injury. "This shows that she has a lot of support from the Shadow Howl Pack, only they can hire and send assassins like that to your pack. Their objective is very clear and it makes me mad." I continued to hold her close, my body screaming to have her plastered to our bare skin. "They only have one objective: to somehow create misunderstandings and rifts between us so they can succeed in their goals," she hurtfully said. With the new bond weaving between us, it physically hurt us both to even think about separating from each other.

Kyante snapped, standing with her arms outstretched, “I do so love business.” She flicked her fingers. “Lower the gauntlet.” Edina's cage dropped another foot. Valen let out a growl that shook the stones. His hands thrust forward, dark tendrils seeping out of him like smoke—like living shadows. They slithered fast and silent, twisting up walls, wrapping around pillars, snuffing out the candlelight one by one. Then they struck. Baelorin choked, staggered, as one of Valen’s tendrils whipped across the dais and latched around his neck. He gasped, struggling against it—but the shadows were like air, impossible to grasp, impossible to tear away.

The air turned cold, and the sound of battle warped into something distant and hollow. The first assassins vanished into the darkness without a sound. The second wave tried to turn, but the shadow coiled around them, dragging them down, tearing steel from their hands before the unseen claws found flesh. Some defenders screamed—whether from fear or pain, Eolan couldn’t tell. The heir shouted something, but her voice was drowned in the maelstrom of darkness. The Creed leader fought through the tide, his blade cutting deep into the shadow. Pain ripped through Eolan, but the shadow didn’t retreat—it slammed into the man like a living wall, sending him sprawling against a pillar.

But his voice wavers—just a little—and that’s what makes me take one step closer. Before I can respond, I feel the strength of the shadows encasing me. A sharp pain courses through my body, and for a moment, the darkness swallows me whole. But then, Shadow’s hands wrap around me—steady, relentless. His energy flows into mine, merging with it, and for an instant, all I feel is him. His love, his rage, his pain… everything. It’s as if our souls are intertwined so deeply we cannot live without each other. “I told you I didn’t care what happened,” Shadow replies, his eyes blazing with overwhelming intensity. “You won’t tear us apart. You can’t.”

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.”

I said, smiling at Seth. "Yeah, he was once Kessler's and I's childhood friend, but when something happened, Kessler turned it against him and that was how we all separated," Seth said. "Oh, if not, you guys would have been three jolly friends," I said, staring at Seth. "We are actually four. The fourth person is Ellan who is the Lycan King's personal assistant," Seth said. "Oh, that's great then. I just hope this meeting brings you all together," I said, clasping my both hands together.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

I wondered just how deeply he loved her that he refused to even remove the scars. Every time, he would grin lazily, stare at me with fake affection, and kiss my eyelids. "I barely remember her anymore. Mallory, you're the only woman I love now.” Back then, I had fallen for those false honeyed words. Only now did I finally understand. He wasn't gazing at me whenever he kissed my eyes. No, he was seeing my sister through me because we shared similar eye shapes. My chest hurt so badly it felt numb. "But you knew everything!” I screamed. "You knew what she did to me! So, why would you still do this to me?”