Demon Hunter On My Side Novels & Stories

Ripping my hands away from the hunters below me I drop their throats to the ground, punching another full force sending him sailing through the air. Ripping another's jaw out he drops dead and I snatch his sword from the ground, launching it through the air killing 4 in one go. Taking notice of the hunters still running towards me I let stelah take control, especially when a familiar roar of anger and pain split the air in half. Black entered my vision blinding me, but I could feel the death of those around me through my demon. My love for angel would distract me, stelah has currently taken control of my body so I don't get myself injured.

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

he yelled and quickly walked away from her but she stubbornly followed him seeing that his voice was shaky while he spoke. "What happened? Did I hurt you?"she asked and he shook his head. "Then turn to me Taynor" "You don't know what you do to me"his voice was now sounding dangerous as his claws and fangs had fully elongated. "You don't think you can kiss me because you might probably hurt me?" "Zenia!"he cautioned but she was quick to hug him from behind. "You demon side has surfaced in you Taynor and I get it. Just don't push me away now"

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I am pretty sure that this young woman must have been tired of how deeply my eyes had been burning into her face. She looked bored, almost completely expressionless as she kept on twirling with the weird looking pocket knife in her hands. She paused and looked up at me. Her eyes cold with a deep void that could almost be missed. "You said she was infected by a demon's venom. If that's the case then how can you save her?" " Like i said. I am a hunter, or huntress or whatever you would like to call it. I've spent most of my entire life hunting and studying demons..."

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

So immediately it is game on, but first, "Alatar, if you get out of that damn car, I will personally kill you this time. I am not playing babysitter." Yet, he continues to protest, "You know that I can use a spell." "My dear friend, you have become old and slow. Now get back into that damn car." So we find the two Hunters and our very own one staring down a mob of angry Vampires that know that at least three of us constitute as a snack. As for Alatar, I think with old age, you just become odd-tasting. But what does that make me then? Blue cheese? Ethan and Connor have themselves armed with a Colt; now, these are not the ones that Connor lost that would have killed the demon in Roberto. That

He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon. “Stop!” he screamed; his eyes shut, slowly opening to look into my cold ones; “I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you where it is!” My hand stopped just inches from his heart poking his chest; the demon growled with disappointment; the wolf smiled with satisfaction. “Hmm,” I lowered my hand; I leaned in close to him. “That’s better.”