Abby Demon Hunters Novels & Stories

Her Highness is the grim reaper sent to kill you, your majesty. ‘If you are worried about your life, don’t be. I will not let her hunt anyone else, Damon. I will let her hunt only me and catch only me. I will end this hunt with me.’ His jaw clenched. ‘I wasn’t aware that you’ve had this kind of death wish all along, your majesty. The Hunters are starting their ritual. It was exactly what the witches did when they created Dimitri. We found the bodies of thirteen vampires and thirteen mages in thirteen different locations. The Hunters offered them as a sacrifice. And you know what will happen next.’

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.

I doubt that he’s even paying attention to the show, that is, until the news decided to show up on screen from yesterday’s attack. “...faulty examination, as there was a demon that possessed one of the sponsors, Mr. Grimoire Delazeir. Professionals said that it was a rank B demon because it could take over and control its victims. Fortunately, one of the hunters in the venue is Logan Winters, who single handedly defeated the demon.” I did not miss how Logan’s expression changes when the reporter mentions his name. “For someone who killed the demon, you don’t seem happy like you used to. You’re not even boasting about how you killed it.” I try to joke to lighten the mood, but it seemed like L

"Well, let's not chat the night away. I have more important matters to attend to. See you around" Master Damien watched them go. They we're all blood thirsty. Suna. Avida. Harver Morvacain. The Demon Hunters. And they didn't care about using any methods to get what they wanted. He'd lived longer years than any of them, but agar wasn't a criteria foe sucess. He'd seen many wars, and Burangar wasn't a nation for war. But he'd have to do whatever it took. Even though it meant he'd have to take on the Demon Hunters.

And a weapon. “The Hunter has returned,” a raspy voice spoke from the center of the platform. An old demon with gray hair and withered skin leaned forward. His wings looked more like dried leaves than proud sails, but his eyes were still sharp and cruel. “And he brought with him… a pet?” A low murmur rippled through the hall. Mocking laughter. Whispers. Once, the old version of me, mall-girl Abigail, would have burst into tears or wished the floor would swallow her whole. But that Abigail was dead.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

Devon wondered and at the same time she looks at Cassadie. “Yes sir, there were four. And I don’t know if you’ll believe this but they are vampires.” Yomiel replied seriously. “Vampires?” Devon frowned. “Yes sir. This lady with me right now is a vampire hunter. Cassadie, please.” Yomiel looked at her. Somehow, Cassadie felt confident. She stood up and pulled out a tablet on her pocket. “Sir, I am a downworlder hunter, not just a vampire. From an organization that hunts creatures that harms humans. Here is my evidence that they were vampires. We, hunters have cameras on our amulet.” She pointed on the jewel in the middle of her collarbones.

“It was crazy, Mom. All of these crazy creatures. Dogs with three heads. Giant cats with big, long claws. And then the demon hunters showed up. They were insane looking! Huge, white, like they were made out of clouds. At least they scared the demons off.” I knew Brandon was still on his meds, but he sounded so outrageous, talking about all of these mythical creatures. Said the half-Vampire girl. Still, I wondered how much of it was the way he was describing it. I thought about jumping into his head to look but decided to wait until he could give me permission. “Do you think they are dangerous?” Amanda asked, “The demon hunters?” “I don’t know,” Brandon said, his tone less groggy. “Yep, sure