Valentine Shadowhunters Novels & Stories

And whatever part of me had once crossed the wrong emotional line would be buried deeper than any grave. I would protect Annabelle. Even from myself. Especially from myself. The cigar finally burned out. Valentine’s Day was coming. And nothing in my world arrived without blood attached to it.

“I expected a queen. Not a servant.” The words cut through the room like a blade. I do not lift my head. I do not react. But inside my chest, my wolf growls. Careful, I warn her. Not yet. The voice belongs to Damien Southwell. His tone carries open insult, the kind a warrior uses when he wants to test weakness. “I was told an Alpha from the Shadow Pack would arrive,” Damien continues coldly. “Instead we get an Omega girl with a rag in her hand.”

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 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.

It’s something else. "Stay behind me." His voice is sharp, clipped, his stance widening. He’s not playing around. I grip his arm. "Who is that?" "A Shade." His tone is grim. "They hunt for the council." I swallow. "Hunt… as in, kill?" The air shifts. I hear something—no, I feel something moving. Too fast. Too wrong. Valentine barely gets a word out before the lights flicker—then die. The apartment plunges into darkness.

When she had a fever, Roy sped home all night just to get her to the doctor. There were moments of genuine connections, intimacy, and the start of the mornings with hugs and kisses, so much so that Willow once lost herself in his embrace. However, the incident six months ago was a wake-up call. She would always be a substitute, standing in Melanie’s shadows in receipt of favors and protection. Yearning for what was not hers would come with a price. Accepting reality, Willow carried out the remainder of the contract and walked away without a fuss. The lights were out, and the doors were closed at the dorms. Two figures stood there, confronting each other on the dark, quiet campus.