Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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?”

"Says the shoot now ask later girl." "Shadow Men are different. I'd never hurt one of us that way. Not with so few of us left." "We're all the same underneath, they're just not in control anymore." "If Shadow Men were the same as us, their souls would stay with them," I said, staring out the window again, "and Lillith wouldn't have to listen to them begging for help every time she took her ring off." "So you're saying that if Lillith or your brother were taken, finding them would be a waste of time."

she sighed, her words filled with gratitude and a glimmer of peace. As Alicia sat beside Lily, sharing stories of Jill bringing happy moments into the young girl's life, she couldn't shake the emotions churning within her. Wrestling with the complexities of love, forgiveness, and redemption, Alicia finds herself at an unexpected crossroads, torn between the darkness of the past and the fragile hope of the present.

“You’re one to talk about fooling yourself. You don’t want to face the fact that you mate is in love with the mother of his pups and doesn’t want anything to do with you. Which is why you're here, hoping to kill her before Shadow finds her. He has the alpha helping him find her, even after he found out you're close and being held hostage somewhere nearby. You ever thought that by you being a vampire and your wolf is dormant that so is your mate bond. You're just feeling the leftover affects of the mates bond which is why Shadow isn't acting like a real mate would. They are doing all this to find the mother of his pups and not you, and let’s not forget those humans hate you too and would prob

The living shadow faltered, its chaotic energy unable to withstand the power of unity, strategy, and unwavering loyalty. The Dawn of Hope Ethan pressed forward, silver and golden energy merging into a concentrated strike, aimed directly at the living shadow. The force of their combined energy shattered darkness, sending ripples of light across the battlefield. The Shadow’s master roared in disbelief, and the massive shadow began to retreat into the mountains. Soldiers cheered, creatures roared, and the Alpha Hunter growled in triumph. Lucian landed beside Ethan, golden wings folding slowly. “Kid… you’ve done it. But remember… this is only the beginning. They will return, stronger, faster, mo

Lucas said, almost sounding indignant that I didn’t know that – as if it were my fault that the Shadow Hunters were so powerful. “We’re the strongest and most powerful coven remaining. A lot of the citizens of the Blood Shade – Lodgers we call them – escaped from covens that the hunters managed to find and completely annihilate.” Vivienne most likely sensed my agitation over the news, because she quickly changed the subject. “Shadow Hunters are a topic for a later date.” She said, curtly. We had just reached the outskirts of The Vale and were now about to enter a different part of the redwood forest.

With a trembling smile, she searched his eyes, and then she asked, "Can I keep you?" Before touching her lips to his, and with a muffled groan Shadow crushed her to him, deepening the kiss, as his heart beat to the rhythm of the mate bond coiling around them. As Camille was lifted past him, hidden by his spell, Valenar conjured another gust of wind, blowing more dirt into her face, and smiled as he watched the soul mates reconnect.