Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

There was no hiding anything from him for long. His words from last night's call echoed in my head. “Valerie's death was sudden. But don't let your emotions control you, Vadim.” I lowered my gaze to my mother's picture attached to the report. “The heir of the Kerzhakov family cannot be ruled by emotions,” he had continued. “Pull yourself together, Vadim.” I let out a slow breath. Then I remembered the rest of the call. “I need you involved in what I'm planning,” Antonio had said. “And I'll do whatever it takes to bring you back to me.”

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

He was looking at the shadow before him as if it would eat him. I sighed, I don't have time for these questions. I started sucking the dead bodies into the shadow realm. I formed shadows to take a humanoid shape, and had them repairing the place. With that, I can focus on Kiran and his questions. I sat on the floor beside him. His scent was strongly wafting into my nose, a rich amber. "I'm a shadow weaver. Those were men sent after us." I explained as simply as I could. "A shadow weaver?" He hadn't heard this term before. Vampires and werewolves seem to be the most well known to humans. Then witches, elves and fairies. Eveything else just kind of falls on the wayside.

Haunter and Valerie were about to exit the main gate when a male shadow suddenly appeared behind them. Valerie and Haunter froze, her heart was beating really fast as she stared at the familiar shadow that continued moving forward in a slow but steady manner. She pulled slowly turned back to see Martin standing behind them and he didn't look pleased. Valerie gripped on Haunter's hand. She knew she promised herself not to look scared in front of this man but she couldn't help it because she was in the wrong. Her family life was also at stake as she remembered the deal she made with him in the first place.

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The moon, veiled by the swaying branches of towering pines, casts shifting shadows across her path, mimicking the confusion that consumes her mind. She shifts back to her human form, her bare feet skimming the moss-laden ground. The transformation brings a flicker of relief, but her thoughts remain a tangled snarl. The connection she feels to Valentine is impossible, a maddening enigma that claws at her sanity. Valentine, a vampyre—an outsider, not of her kind, and yet the pull she feels toward him is undeniable, as if the very fabric of her being hums with his presence. But why? How? She has Alpha Wilson, her mate, her sworn protector, and yet her heart beats to a rhythm that is not his.

“I used to spend a lot of time at my best friend’s house, whose father was a mechanic. I enjoyed passing spanners and wiping oil, I guess. We were kids back then.” “And this friend - will I get to meet her?” “Him. And no, you won’t.” A male friend, huh? I couldn’t help but feel slightly envious that Valerie spent her childhood in the backyard of another boy. “Why not? Is he an ex or something?” “No. He was the Alpha of the Shadow Hunters pack.” “Was?” “He died.” “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry.” I felt like an asshole. I reached out and placed my hand on her thigh.

- a vampire who has become your friend. As if he had read the words that morning, Zachary remembered them. He read them a thousand times in an effort to understand what they all meant. He had met Nate not long after his transition. He will always be grateful to her for being his friend, teacher, and ally. The question "Are you ready?" Sarah questioned, approaching from behind and putting one arm over his waist. He stood stoically in front of the painting as she put her chin on his shoulder and looked at it. Sarah was standing at around 5 or 8. She was elegant and gorgeous. He hadn't discovered real, pure love until Sarah had entered his life. She muttered, "I'm feeling terribly thirsty.