Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

They were dressed in black wool turtlenecks with matching black leather pants and superhero-style weapons belts filled with everything from Celestial Bronze swords to throwing blades; standard fighting gear for Hunters. They'd been interested in the series of demon activities going on around the city ever since a deliveryboy had been declared missing on the news, and his body had been found days later in the alley of a Chinese restaurant two blocks from the cathedral by a very startled and traumatized cook. The Hunters in New York had managed to examine the body before the regular police took over, and a very strong demonic presence had been detected around the body. Cassie had heard their p

The familiar sultry deep voice sent shivers down my spine, more like fear because he sounded like one of our enemies truly, he removed his sunglasses before sending me a wink, and the familiar green eye flashed before me and that could only mean that Bella had asked for his help and he is our companion. “I never knew the day would come, that the Don of the Demon mafia would be on his knees in a hopeless and weak state. The fall of a great man.” He stated, moving to and fro while my idiotic brother grinned widely. “What can I say? It is an honour be of great importance and authority because it required two tectonic forces to move me.” Hunter conveyed while flashing his bloody teeth. “Oh my, i

In the hall, she checked if had the keys and the phone in her purse, then ran outside, closing the doors. Damon was awakened by some annoying, buzzing noise, so stood up slowly, stretching lazily. He was a tall, muscular man, brown-haired, with gray eyes filled with a magnetic glow, and was surrounded by an aura of mystery that attracted women to him. His hair was cut short and he was dressed in a leather jacket and black velvet pants. Damon didn't even take them off to sleep, so didn't have to get dressed. In addition to beauty and mystery, also hid a dark secret that people did not notice - he was a demon, a completely evil creature whose main purpose was to lead people to the wrong path a

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

He glanced at Dennis before fixing his gaze on Aleah, his expression unreadable. Cold Demon Alpha, Aleah thought to herself, her heart conflicted. At times, Hunter could be so tender, making her chest ache with something indescribable. Yet at other times, his horns seemed to emerge—sharp and unyielding—cutting through to the painful truth no matter who got hurt. And as much as she wanted to argue, she knew he was right.

He looked down at my hands on his skin, where a faint silver glow was beginning to eat away at the obsidian marks on his arms. "Your blood," he whispered, his voice suddenly thick. "It’s singing." Before I could pull away, the clearing exploded in a different kind of light. The leader of the Hunters hadn't fled. He stood on a high rock above the falls, holding a heavy, bronze canister. He didn't look like a man anymore, he looked like a fanatic. "If the Demon will not fall to the blade," the leader screamed over the roar of the water, "then he will burn in the light of the first dawn!"

Marcus had talked about him the last few times we had spoken. The Demon Wolf as he was better known. Every few generations an Alpha would be born with him. Usually they became cruel and sadistic, Aamon eventually taking over fully. Hunters were well acquainted with the stories because when a new demon wolf was awakened, it usually meant that the elite hunters were sent to kill them before he could take over. Here I, an elite hunter, staring down the eyes of Aamon who was my mate. Desmond was strong enough to hold him back though. Until now, until I showed up and refused to see him.

I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either.

Let me tell you a story aṣnd would you believe me if I said that the reason why the war between us can't be reconciled is because of the effect of the Holy Grail. Hakan: What do you mean? Kai: This is a story I am willing to tell. Over thousands of years ago the Holy Grail appeared in the human world. The story goes that a God had descended upon a small village and presented them with the Holy Grail. The villagers were made to worship and bow before the Grail so that they may be granted power. The humans back then were being suppressed by demons and were always on the verge of being hunted down. However the appearance of the artifact gave them a chance to fight against the demons and not onl