Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

As the first rays of dawn began to pierce the night sky, he stepped forward to address his warriors. ********** Meanwhile, deep in the Shadow fang mansion, Valen stood in a dark chamber. The room was lit only by the flickering light of a single flame. Shadows danced across the stone walls, their movements almost alive. Opposite him, Vendetta watched with an amused smile. “They know about this room right?,” Valen said, his voice calm but cold. Vendetta’s smile widened. “ Valen, you sound weak, not like you at all... Let them come. It’s time to show Dorian the true power of the relic. It's time to show them what we're up to”

Well, same here. “You asked what god I am.” “I know, but…wait, you’re the shadow god?” “Yes, will you stop now?” “that’s not right. You can’t be him, he’s…” “Spare me the gory details. I need to be with my mate right now, and I have two people to kill off right now.” At his words, Penelope and Helena start struggling and crying all over again. He lifts them into the air without so much as a flick of his hand.

They locked eyes, breathing fast, their lips coming closer to each other, Bryan's hands still wrapped around her. At this point, they forgot that they were standing in front of people, with everyone, including the media, watching them. The moment Bryan pulled his head closer to plant a kiss on Elena's mouth, the coordinator's voice was heard. “Can you start coming now!” Bryan and Elena came back to reality immediately. “I'm sorry!” they both chorused, followed by a smile, as they climbed down to the stage. That gesture only made the crowd clap for them; the Choi group didn't need any other soothsayer to believe that the two were deeply in love with each other.

I gruesomely fed on the blood of her lifeless form and after I had finished sucking her up, I looked up to see my mates, the Shadow Gang and the Green Smoke Gang look at me with shocked faces. I stood up to approach them but they stepped back to stay away from me. “HOLY SNAKES NIYAH ! YOU ARE A GODDAMN BLOOD SUCKING VAMPIRE,” Damon shrieked. “Shut up dude ! Don’t scare her,” Lucan scolded Damon. “Baby, just calm down,” Valen soothed me as he engulfed me in his embrace and poured a torrent of kisses everywhere on my body.

I was the one who had to wonder if my child would grow up loved or feared, cherished or used, protected or trapped by the same bloodline everyone worshipped and dreaded at once. Then there was Valerio. The way the pup reacted to him still bothered me. It wasn’t fear or pain. It was more like recognition, almost, and that made no sense because the baby should only react that strongly to Dax. Every new thing I learned in Shadowfen only opened ten more doors, and behind every door there was another secret, danger and another Blackthorne man with a smile sharp enough to ruin lives. God. What a mess. “Luna?” Ella called again, quieter this time. “Are you alright?”

We should stay. I ignored her, even as something in my chest tightened. I wasn’t supposed to empathize. I wasn’t supposed to understand or feel anything at all. But hearing Whitney talk about how fiercely she loved this Luna… It made my mission feel heavier. And I feel smaller, almost like I wasn’t sure anymore if I was the hunter… …or the one about to lose everything. Back At The Luna Suite Shadow carried Ruby across the room with unhurried certainty, each step measured, deliberate and ritualistic. When he reached the balcony doors, he nudged them open with his foot.

And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna. The mark that should have been Lyra's. As Lyra watched, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to look away, Marcus leaned down and kissed Isla. Long and deep. The kind of kiss that spoke of love. Of belonging. Of years together. The pack cheered. They raised their glasses. They celebrated. Two small children, twins by the look of them, ran up and hugged Marcus and Isla's legs. A boy and a girl, both with blonde hair like Marcus. They were laughing, excited by the party.

I didn't get far, however, as before I reached where they were, a large shadow fell over me almost blocking my view of Clyde and Erica. I step backwards trying not to collide with him. I was surprised I didn't see him but he had moved stealthily. He was an extremely tall blonde-haired man in a black suit that hugged his rugged physique. He has the same eye-color, the same shape of nose, lips and face as Vald. If I didn’t know better, I would have mistaken him as Vlad but no. As soon as his upper red lips arched, I knew who I was facing, its Valentine, Vlad’s second brother and an Elder. Unlike Clyde, he was very vocal in expressing how he hated and despised me and almost made my life hell wh

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

I was anxious and on the edge of my seat wanting to know more. “Where are they? Maybe I can go to them and ask for help,” I asked. “They are kind of everywhere and nowhere, they travel. I don’t know as though they have a central location, if they did they could be attacked. They just kind of show up where they are needed, or if an Alpha or leader calls on them for help. No one I know has ever met or seen one, that’s kind of why they are called shadows,” Valerie explained. So maybe one of them could sneak into Blood Claw and kill Gunner and Tyson in their sleep! I smiled at the visual. Just another prayer to add to my list of things I begged the Goddess for every night.