Demon Hunter Soul Fragment Novels & Stories

Some of those supplies are nearly impossible to get without the right connections; I don’t have them right now. I sighed in relief when I found my hunter kit was still intact. “Let’s see what I will need?” I pondered, searching through my supplies. “Blue flame candle and holy oil for purification. Blood… well, she has some in the fridge, and I only need two drops. And chameleon bones. And then I need an object I can wear to enchant.” I sighed, setting everything I needed aside.

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

Everything came crashing down along with her. She didn't even feel when the glass shards pierced her skin. On the arm and feet. She barely registered Angela screaming but Silvia felt his presence before he even came in front of her. Hunter picked her in his arms with ease. The first ever guy to make her heart-beat and bleed. He placed her on the sofa. "F*ck! You're bleeding badly," He said looking at the wounds while she gazed at him. Silvia took out the glass shard from her arm as Hunter tried to stop her but she slapped his hand away.

He wore a tattered cloak that hung loosely from his broad shoulders, and his hands were covered in fur that extended up his arms. The Lycan sorcerer regarded me for a long moment, his eyes piercing into mine. Then, he nodded. "I may be able to help," he said. "But the solution will not be easy. It will require great strength and sacrifice." The Lycan sorcerer gathered the herbs and powders he needed, carefully placing them on an altar that sat in the center of his cave. He muttered incantations under his breath, his hands moving with practiced precision. Suddenly, he turned to me and placed something in my hands. It was a small, crimson gemstone, and as soon as I touched it, it began to glow

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

His hole clenched rhythmically, slick and open, aching to be filled despite the exhaustion of the exorcism attempt. Damian stood at the foot of the bed, eyes glowing faint red instead of their usual dark intensity. The demonic entity—the final fragment of the ShadowMaster—hadn’t been fully exorcised. The ritual they had attempted with the neural interface and the silver antidote had only partially succeeded. The demon was trapped inside Damian, sharing his body, whispering commands in a voice only Damian could hear. It wore Damian’s face like a mask, but the smile was wrong—too sharp, too hungry, too empty of the love that had defined the man Alex knew.

I explained and he sighed. "Callum come here". Zee patted the seat next to him. Callum scooted over there. "When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

It careened into the cave wall and knocked some pieces of rock down on the other side of the cavern. Holland looked confused, as if she’d never seen these bracelets before. While the Queen was distracted, Jo ended the two Vampires she’d been fighting. She noted that a few of the other beings in the room were Hunters just like her--Assassin Hunters. She’d need some of Lucas’s people to help with that, although titanium bullets would allow a Guardian or Hunter to kill them. It would be easier with the Souleds, though. Killing Hunters was what they were made for. Lucas himself was nearly there. She hoped he got there before any Guardians showed up.