Asmodeus Helltaker Novels & Stories

I can feel Mystic coming forward and diving into his realm of healing souls. ‘Oh, this one has many black fogs. He has so much to hide. He has no positive intentions, Tori. Be careful of this one. He aims to take over as permanent Alpha.” Mystic pushes forward her own aura and I begin to glow. Black shakes off his hand like I’ve burned him and steps back. Eric quickly stands before and pushes me back. Tammy grabs my arm and pulls me behind her. “What is the meaning of this? You call yourself a healer?” He shouts into the room. Dr. MacDonald seems to be having trouble figuring out what is going on. Looking back and forth between the two of us, he lifts his hands in defense; trying to calm us

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.