Demon Hunter On My Side Novels & Stories

His gaze was hard, holding the dark, simmering violence of a demon protective of his treasure. “Fuck off.” I smacked his hand away, though the demon barely flinched. Dante heaved a sigh, before dropping onto the couch beside Mel. His obsidian eyes drifted to her, softening instantly from granite to clay, before snapping back to me with renewed hardness. “At least try and keep some level of sobriety for when your Hunter gets here. She should be here any moment.” The Hunter. The bane of my existence. The ghost that haunted my blood.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

I hear him walking away. And then I hear the screams. Damon. Helena. Cutter. Mira. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no—" The darkness inside me stirs. Not the light. Not the power I've been using. The other side. The dark side. The thing I've been trying to keep buried since I killed The Collector. It rises up like a wave, hot and hungry and angry. I let it go. --- The explosion tears through the square like a bomb.

ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS. THE END OF THE WORLD SERIES. The demon tribulation is the first. Which is my ongoing new book I mentioned above. Immediately next would either be the werewolves or vampires. Thanks for reading people. Bekky6 loves you were ever you are. Trying to reach me. Follow me on i*******m. 6.she_writes.

Seik Tempest. And on one side we have a demon from the freshers class recommended by the Luxuria familia and had gained fame across the academy as the fame Fake Prince. A summoner class demon against an experienced fighter. With no support can he last a whole second with just his beast or will he surprise us. I can't wait for this fight to start. Will Ban come up to the Arena. - . . . Melany: Ahem! I repeat. Will Ban the demon from the freshers class come up on the arena..

This human became the first Demon Hunter. I put the cap on my pen, being satisfied with my work. Suna was alive and he had somehow found a powerful demon. There was only one way a demon like that would exist. He incarnated. And if there were more, then I had to find them. And put them down. I looked to my caregiver. "The meeting is going well. The last time I checked". "Check again", I ordered. As she left, I lay back on my bed. Something wrong was going to happen.

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

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

And a weapon. “The Hunter has returned,” a raspy voice spoke from the center of the platform. An old demon with gray hair and withered skin leaned forward. His wings looked more like dried leaves than proud sails, but his eyes were still sharp and cruel. “And he brought with him… a pet?” A low murmur rippled through the hall. Mocking laughter. Whispers. Once, the old version of me, mall-girl Abigail, would have burst into tears or wished the floor would swallow her whole. But that Abigail was dead.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.