Demon Hunter Shows Novels & Stories

Cael said. "What?" Kyra asked. "Can handle that one. It's a strong one. It takes two hunters to deal with it." "You're right, this one's tougher, but when you kill that, we can kill this one more quickly," said Cael. "Where's Damon?" "He's already doing his part," Kyra said. "I'll finish the demon in a minute. Be careful," Cael nodded and took a deep breath as Kyra turned her back on the guard demon. Cael threw a boomerang blade dagger one after another.

Mila exclaimed sarcastically. Hunter just chuckled lightly at Mila's anger. He pushed Mila's body roughly and half dragged her out. “I might also be able to do some things that you never knew I could do, Mila. So don't ever threaten me." Hunter's face was shrouded in a mist of pitch darkness. Mila was even surprised to see Hunter who had suddenly turned into a demon. Bang! Bang! Bang!

His arch enemy was hard to find. But a few years ago, he had found out who was his arch enemy. It was an organisation called The Demon Hunters. The Hunters was a large organization runned by humans who go around catching and killing demons. They strongly believed that demons harm the world and people. With their existence, humans can never have peace. They have a strong hatred towards demons and demons vice versa.

The sight of it gave him a terrible shock! "This…" Hercules and the fifth elder, Herman, quickly shrunk their pupils as if they had just seen the scariest thing on earth. "What's wrong with you guys, second and fifth uncle?" Shirley was astonished as she could not comprehend the reason behind them both revealing a horrified look. "Senior demon!" Hercules shouted to Lucas. 'What?!!' All the Genetic Fighters in the scene were utterly flabbergasted. 'Senior demon?' Apart from Lucas the Demon, who else would be senior demon in the entire Holy Land?

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Today, Edzar, the 34-year-old man stopped his step by seeing an eerie figure standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and it looked out at the giant window in front of him. My God! Thought the guy was about to hop. It's been three days since they met after the meeting at the restaurant, and today he saw that woman is so haunted. Edzar was hesitant to approach, but he had to go that way to his corner office. Finally not knowing what to do, Edzar turned around and decided to have breakfast while the office was packed. On the way back, he saw Dean, his co-worker, the operational manager at the west end of the Tarso Property, exiting his office at the other end of the hall and w

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

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.”

he asks, obviously upset. "I was attacked." "That I can see. By what?" he says a bit angrily. "By a ghoul," I almost whisper out. Bennet's brow knit together. "By what?" "A ghoul. They're demons that feast upon vampire blood," I explain. "Why would it attack you? You're not a vampire and-" "This one I have a history with," I interrupt. Bennet frowns. "Tell me," he says as he lifts me up onto the bed. I sit between his legs, facing him. I lean forward and hug him. He reciprocates.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.