Demon Hunter On My Side Novels & Stories

Click, click-click-click clicks on the buttons as she pushed her fingers hard on them. "I advise you should pay more time with your life than wasting your time on someone who Lives a secret nourish life!" "That for you to say, finding the true identity of the underworld handsome demon is my goal" Ah, Lam smashes her face with her hands, what the hell is wrong with Fen, her obsession with this underworld Demon has gotten into her brain! Nothing she does that didn't involve the unknown man even her eating she talks about him, bathing still the same. Ah, Lam was getting so impatient with her act.

Of course after Delldora tore open his stomach to take this liver head on. Delldora's attention, which had been diverted to Hana, has now returned to focus on the liver in his grasp. The savage instinct that he had been holding back now was deliberately letting go. Before Delldora even moved here to save Hana, he had already left and threw all of his logic and human soul behind his back. He deliberately allowed his another self which is a several hundred year old demon to take over his body and brain. And a fresh liver with blood that was still dripping even into his hands was a very, very heavy temptation. Delldora brought Stevanus's liver to his nose, sniffing it that made hunger hit him h

What's the need of being good? Being good really sulks? So what if I couldn't get Hace? I will conquer earth and make it mine.. Before I was thrown down to the earth,I managed to influence some demons to come down with me.. There is a great seer named Zach among this demons. I have summoned him to come and read my future, I'm sure he would be here anytime soon. Just then, I heard some movements. "I know you would come meet me" "Anything for you master" Zach replied with a slight bow.

Damien said cautiously. “Or what?” I growled. “Trust me, you do not want to do this. You may think you do, but tell me that you don’t feel differently when you look at me?” He asked. I saw my hardened glare soften just a tiny bit. “What difference does it make? You’re a filthy fucking leach and I’m a Hunter.” I said.

Demon has ripped open the side of Trojan’s stomach and the scent of blood filled the training grounds. Trojan was too overconfident and now we got injured. Demon is going to kill us now for sure. “Do have some faith in me, kid.” I hate it when he calls me kid, he is playing yet we are injured. Demon circles us with no intention to attack, he was looking at us as if he was enjoying seeing us bleed.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Suddenly, one demon landed in front of them and pulled out its sword to fight back as the night was upon them. Some night creatures were well-prepared to fight against any human, and the others mostly used their sharp claws as weapons. Then, Julius holds onto his greatsword and waits for the demon to come his way; he waits for him to deliver a killing blow. Typically, some demons stand and wait for their opponent to go to them and see if they can kill a human with one strike. With all of his strength, Julius uses his greatsword and slices the demon in two, and he watches as its blood splatters all over the trees. Some demons caught the sight of the blood and gore from their fallen friend, an

I hand her one of my jackets, and she gratefully takes it. “Do you think that hot guy will come with us?” she asks with a grin as she slips her arms into the sleeves. “Which one?” I ask innocently. “The quiet, broody one.” I just chuckle and walk out of my room. “Maybe,” I say. “You ready?” Devil asks when he sees us come downstairs, and I nod. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Killer leaning against the bar, watching me like always. I want to punch him in the face, but I also want to ravish that mouth of his. I push those thoughts away and smile at my brother.

When the demon inside me howls for destruction. Serena shouldn’t see that side of me. I won’t let her. Alec watches me carefully. “I saw the way you looked at her. You’re obsessed with her. But what happens when your demon side takes over?” “It won’t.” I growl. He doesn’t believe me. Fuck. I don’t even believe myself. I can’t let Serena see the other side of me.

“Your werewolf can’t heal you right now; the silver and, I assume, wolfsbane won’t allow it, so you need your demon side to do just that, and drinking my blood would help. So, do you want to see your beloved mate again?” Fuck. I remembered how it felt to live without my wolf; he would be locked away temporarily for the demon side to fully take over—a part of me I wasn’t very fond of. I slid the wooden bowl toward the small opening. Daemon retrieved it, bit into his wrist, and let the blood pour into the bowl. I watched in disgust. “That should be enough,” I said, stopping him. He nodded in agreement before passing the bowl back to me through the slot. This time, when I picked it up, it didn’