Novel & Cerita Demon Hunter On My Side

Damian moved like a shadow, his blades searching for cracks in the plating. One Hollowed leapt past them, coming straight for me. For me—and Sadira. There was nowhere to retreat. My injured wing couldn’t lift me. “You’re not touching her!” I bellowed, throwing aside the useless pistol. The demon in me seized control. The pain in my shoulder vanished, replaced by pure adrenaline and fury. When the Hollowed lunged, I didn’t dodge. I stood my ground. I caught its throat—whatever passed for it—with my claws and slammed it into the floor with all my strength. The ground cracked beneath us. The Hollowed screeched, its metal limbs tearing into my side, but I didn’t care.

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.

With an expression of enduring pain and fear, that demon crawled away from Jonathan. He could no longer survive because, in his heart, there was already a little blood from the Hunters that made him in pain. Jonathan still set a cold expression as he watched his partner crawl away from him. He violently stood up and kicked the demon until it crashed into the wall. "Ugh! You're a traitor! So you've been the one-"The demon coughed violently while spewing black liquid from his mouth.

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

Even I took down a demon when I was fourteen. It was my rite of passage to be a full-fledged hunter. My mother chose my target. Of course, she’d chosen one of the most difficult supernatural beings to face. It nearly killed me, but I killed the demon before he managed to kill me. I remember how proud mom was when I returned with the demon’s head, organs in canisters for study and spells, and the rest of his body in a canister of ashes.

Anything to help drown the thoughts in my head. “Not only am I facing Benjamin, but I’m also facing the Allister brothers because one of them thinks I killed their family. Ozark’s tone implied Samuel knows they’re alive, so there’s that. Know what that means?” I took another sip. “The Brothers of Doom could join the war, and to top it all off, I have a powerful demon who has a personal vendetta against me. Isn’t my life fucking great?” “No, Nathaniel, it’s not.”

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

I know my capabilities and yet, someone died. I gently let go of Quinn’s body and let my body shiver. With my hands now covering my face, I let out a silent cry for a friend who never left my side until the end. “Did you see the one who did this?” I asked Rendall as I am looking around the forest. “I saw it ran,” Rendall slowly replied. “Where?” “Domlur.” I move my gaze to the path going to Domlur. I suddenly felt the urge to slash everything on my way, my eyes never felt clearer and my hatred for these werewolves becomes greater.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

I tried talking to the devil in me, but it seemed to have gone deaf and dumb as everywhere inside me became dead silent and distant. The war came too soon. Lena gave no hint that she was ever going to attack so earlier like this. "Hutton, it is time!" I growled, and he finally stood up from his kneeling position. Both of his eyes were glowing red as he awaited my next command like a toy. "Follow me!" I added, before walking out, three of my personal demon guards also followed from behind. "Dracula!" The devil spirit in me suddenly called out my name, forcing my pace to stop abruptly.