Dark Hunter Manhua Novels & Stories

she told him. ​ Achilles looked grateful as he took the book and started reading through the pages. “Is it worth reading into more about King Xaveris’s dragon and abilities?” Achilles asked Helga. She shook her head, “No, I’ve read every material we have available on King Xaveris, maybe try and concentrate on texts about Dhampir’s with familiars though, we don’t have much research available, they are so few and far between,” Helga sighed. ​

“Fuck…” Hunter growled through his teeth, clutching Corinne protectively against his chest, baring his fangs at the strangers “What are you doing in my territory?” “Justice, Hunter Calibur…” among the huddle of almost twenty wolves, one more emerged from the shadows, a man as big as Hunter, covered in black from head to toe, even his face hidden by a balaclava, which only revealed his eyes that, even from that distance, Hunter could see that they were dark blue, like the bottom of a dangerous ocean “That's why we're here.”

He pointed at Hunter who was lying lifeless on the cold ground. That gave me the impression Hunter was his first kill. But his eyes looked insane, like he was overtaken by his own obsession for the werewolf kind. He was trying so hard to enter a world he didn't belong. He's a mere human. "Now I need to destroy yours," His last words were barely heard in a whisper. Just when I was about to run and rip the man's head clean off, I felt Damien move and jump from my back. The next thing I saw was the man's head flying in the air until it landed on the ground before me. I was dumbfounded and too shocked to move at the moment.

Many parts of the City of Bounty Hunters was out of order and without recognition it was as it would be; monsters against monsters, beasts against beasts, the Divine Humanes against the Bounty Collector’s Henchmen and women viciously fighting to their death. “Three against one. What a perfect fight. Looks as though we are the villains here.” Dante related while withdrawing from a smoke with his speed. Followed by a woman on the Kirin charging straight at him with another marked woman standing straight with one hand gripping onto the rider’s right shoulders from behind in her full scale mail as her plume of white feathers attached like a comb on her helmet flutters as she firmly placed her ot

And then, from the shadows, a figure began to emerge. Mario’s blood turned cold as he beheld the creature stepping into the dim light. It was no ordinary man. The being before him was monstrous—a lycan. Its massive, wolf-like frame was covered in black fur, and its piercing red eyes glowed with an unnatural fury. Blood dripped from its razor-sharp teeth, staining its snarling maw. The creature let out a growl as it advanced slowly, its clawed feet clicking against the marble floor. Mario raised his gun and fired, the sound of the shots echoing through the hallway. He kept firing, emptying his clip in desperation, shouting with every pull of the trigger.

And eyes that are as dark as the coming night. "State your business here," Hunter growled at him harshly. The man held his hands up and walked closer to us, yet Hunter growled, "Stay where you are, and state your business," The man stopped and gave us a faint smile,"My name is Belial Gula, I mean no harm, I come in peace." "Drop your hands," Hunter said with a pointed look on his face,"I don't smell you like a werewolf, what are you?" "I am a sphynx."

I didn’t move; I didn’t have to. “Change back.” I told him; my hand constricting around his throat; he choked. Henrique changed back into his human form; he gasped for air; the blood trickled from his nose. I stood him up by his throat; he hung there; his feet dangling off the ground. “You made a big mistake coming for what’s mine.” I told him. “I… I’m not giving you anything.” He struggled for air; his eyes popped. I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike.

_________ As if good fortune befell on Mike a lumberjack shouted in terror at the sight of a semi-dark figure of a teenage boy with his hand outstretched about a foot away from a hand out of the ground strangling a poor boy. "What the hell !!" The man exclaimed, his eyes wide open in fear as he moved back slowly, hot sweat dripping like rain from his cheeks. Distracted Dark Matter left Mike and focused his attention on the now running man. Taking a few steps forward many series of dusks shoot out from the ground with one dusk grabbing hold of the poor man's heart giving him little time to shriek. It pushed his heart out of him before fading it away. The poor man laid there lifeless, with his

I removed my feet from the sandals that I was wearing. When I straighten up, he grabs my arm in his vice grip again. He drags me with him to another room of this dark dungeon. What I see inside horrifies me and shocks me to the core. I feel a new wave of terror just by looking inside the room. What is this place? Many flambeaus are here and they are doing well in lighting the room. The middle of the room is raised with some bricks and on it, I can see sand. Beneath the sand, there are red charcoal stones. It does not take long for me to understand that these red charcoal stones are heating the sand.

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.