Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes darkened as he spat the blood, spotting Aria and Vincent hanging between life and death. A bitter smirk twisted Ritik’s face. He scanned the rooftop and spotted a long metal rod lying in the corner. Without hesitation, he grabbed it, fingers curling around the cold metal as his grin widened. The wind howled. Aria’s tears didn’t stop. And Vincent’s grip only tightened, veins visible. “Too much love, I see,” Ritik sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. Vincent’s jaw clenched, his eyes dark and murderous. His grip on Aria’s wrist tightened.

"If you cannot bring yourself to love me. I think I will settle for the hate you give." My response seemed to jerk her back to reality. One where I was not the knight in shining armor trying his best to save a maiden in distress. I was the villain in this story and Valentine was definitely not a maiden in distress. "I don't hate you," Valentine pushed back. "I just don't want you anywhere around me. You talk like the crow pack is not constantly messing us up. You are the one messing me up. The convergence of packs and a string of murders. If you want hate, pride yourself knowing that almost every supernatural around hates you and your brother."

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

The giant shadow warrior let out a horrific, dying screech as golden sun-fire consumed its body from the inside out, exploding into a cloud of black mist. With their leader destroyed, the remaining shadow beasts began to panic and scatter into the snowstorm. Valen stood over the smoking ash, breathing heavily, his chest covered in sweat and frost. He turned around, his golden eyes instantly searching the snowy battlefield until they locked onto me. He marched straight over to my sled, pulling me and Aurora into his large, protective arms. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply as if catching his breath for the first time. "Are you hurt, my love?" Valen whispered, his voice trembling

Ellen's fiance was also allowed to take part in the preparation since she's set to become the next Luna of the Paxon pack. A few hours later, the men arrived one after the other in Grand style. Marrock was the last to arrive as he came along with all his five kids. The waitress standing around and receiving the visitors was blushing at everyone arriving, but what swept them off their feet was when they looked up to the Lycan King arriving with his five kids. Two children were standing at his left and two children at his right, with the first son which is Ethan, standing in the front. They were all dressed up as they were attending an international conference.

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for fate," Kieran said. "Even if it is massively fucked up." Marcus laughed from where James held him. "Oh, you haven't heard the best part. Tell her, brother. Tell her what the Shadow Hunters really are." Kieran's face went hard. "Not now." "Yes, now." Marcus's grin was vicious. "The Shadow Hunters aren't just survivors from collapsed realms. They're reality's antibodies. When someone becomes too powerful, too dangerous, they appear to eliminate the threat."

She didn’t need our help at all she could take care of herself and so when uncle Stefano kind of came clean and told us who The Shadow of Death was after keeping the secret for many years because he was the only one who was allowed to know who it was. How could someone so small cause so much damage. So puts me to shame. She’s worse than I am. She has more blood on her hands than me. Understandable why uncle Stefano wanted to keep her identity a secret because if anyone knew who she was she wouldn’t have a peaceful life in the future and they would want to take her down because in this world the men see the woman as useless, pathetic and worthless. So to them finding out that the person all

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.