Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

Shadows moved differently when something unnatural slipped between them, and I’d seen enough with hunters on my trail to know when the wind carried more than just the scent of pine. And there it was again. The crunch of deliberate footsteps, not careless animal scurrying. Slow, purposeful, patient. Whoever it was knew the forest, and they knew I was here. I drew in a breath, steadying myself. “Fernando,” I muttered under my breath. The name felt tough. The last time I’d heard it, it had been nothing more than a rumor among pack. The demon hunter who didn’t just kill monsters, he studied them, dissected them, found ways to twist their weaknesses into traps.

His words hang in the air, heavy with regret. "I tied Alison's wound up, placed her in a safe spot, and then tailed Denzel and his men," Hunter continues. "We clashed, and I finally got my revenge. I burned Denzel to death like I'd planned for ages." I release a weighted sigh. "You can't make a deal with the devil and expect it to be victorious." Hunter's gaze meets mine, haunted. "A mistake I'll never forget." The doctor and healers arrive, swiftly surrounding Alison in a desperate bid to save her. With skilled hands and ancient wisdom, they employ every modern medical technique and timeless healing ritual to revive her.

He slammed his fist through the hole in Eugen's back that Dragomir had originally made. The demon screamed, throwing his head back in an effort to strike the Hunter attacking from behind. On the ground, he had no leverage, so he slammed his head forward into Damonq, hitting him in the skull, trying to crash through it, to shatter the bone. When that didn't stop the hunter, he bit down with all his might, letting the rich ancient blood pour into him. The moment he tasted that blood, his world went white. Narrowed. He felt nothing but craving. A dark, terrible craving that took hold and refused to release him. He thought of nothing else but getting more.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

“I’m not sure. But I’ve always been good at winging it, and I haven’t died yet. That’s my plan, you know. Don’t die.” Evander lets out a sigh that mirrors Lucas’s expression. “Fine. Let’s do this.” * “We’re hunters.” Ricky shakes his head. “We don’t hide from demons. We hunt them.” “You don’t hunt demons like this,” I press. “Regular lower-level demons typically don’t have powers. These demons do.” I motion to Lucas. “It took both of us to take down a few scrappers. Those are usually a one-and-done kind of take downs.” “Lower-level?” Tom questions, brows pinching together.

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

But that doesn't make them weak. They are the most powerful men of my tribe: Devin, the grumpy red fire demon. Saluki, the dark blue demon who can read minds. Haze, the water demon with eyes that glow blue. And the last hunter is Ringo, who never looks the same due to his shape-shift abilities. "Devin, Saluki, Haze, and Ringo, what brings you here?" The four of them exchange a look, and then they grimace. No one says anything, and I lift a questioning eyebrow. I glance between them, and Devin, the one who is the bravest, steps forward.

His main priority was keeping her away from losing her soul, staying alive was the main objective to getting home. Willie Lou and Terrance left their camping grounds in the middle of night, traveling on foot while expecting company to soon arrive for battle. Willie Lou, a teenage demon hunter that lost most of her family to a powerful demon. Her sole drive and purpose became to kill that demon until The Divine Gods achieved her vengeance. Now, Willie Lou wanted to assist Chicago with wiping away the existence of demons. "Thank you." Willie Lou murmured while walking through the woods, she kept her senses on alert while talking. "You killed that scumbag for me.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.