Demon Hunter Soul Fragment Novels & Stories

Ayumi is the son of Tadashi, Director of Tarso Retail Japan Branch, was his confidant, then betrayed him with embezzled company money, and committed suicide in prison. However, Edzar and Ayumi's relationship is far away, and Sebastian is worried that Ayumi will avenge her father's death. He didn't want Ayumi in his family. Ayumi must have a devious plan. And now Sebastian was overwhelmed with feelings of confusion. Is it worth giving up the woman he loves who he has been looking for 10 years to be his future wife for his son.? Damage

Since mother died, things have not been the same and now father too is gone. The pack physicians came to me and took my hand away from his body. They examined him and shook their heads at me. I wailed loudly and bitterly. My brother and Alec were injured badly too but they could still survive. I then without thinking ran after the carriage they brought. I was going to kill that demon with my bare hands. I won't spare him. I shifted back to my wolf and ran like a mad wolf following the carriage. In no time I caught up with the carriage but they already camped.

He slammed his fist through the hole in Eugen's back that Dragomir had originally made. The demon screamed, throwing his head back in an effort to strike the Hunter attacking from behind. On the ground, he had no leverage, so he slammed his head forward into Damonq, hitting him in the skull, trying to crash through it, to shatter the bone. When that didn't stop the hunter, he bit down with all his might, letting the rich ancient blood pour into him. The moment he tasted that blood, his world went white. Narrowed. He felt nothing but craving. A dark, terrible craving that took hold and refused to release him. He thought of nothing else but getting more.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

But the words that came out of that mouth didn't change, like some kind of curse: "Ethereal Lumin Hold won't end well, and you'll be abandoned by everyone, with no place for your soul to return to." The person under the dragon's claw seemed to turn into a puppet. Amelia just squinted her eyes for a second, then suddenly looked up: "He sent out a soul fragment." "Split soul?" Heir Fisher, who was following him, looked shocked. "There's no way something like a split soul could exist in Solaris Hold." This was some kind of crooked trick! Amelia glanced at him. "Your master could raise Nether Spawn here, so why would splitting a soul be impossible."

I could actually see some streaks of white through the torn jeans as well. No wonder my knees had hurt so much. As it turned out, my flesh had already rubbed away, exposing the bones beneath. I didn't care that half my fingers were all broken, dislocated, or throbbing in pain. I did my best to put my hands together in a praying posture. Just then, Finnegan returned with a white ribbon in his hands, along with the worker. "I wish that Finnegan and Colette will be together forever." This line sounded too familiar to me. It suddenly tugged at my heart in such a painful manner that I couldn't breathe.

Although it could only be used once, it was undoubtedly a lifesaving talisman! The Demon Emperor was at the late-stage of Nascent Soul and could be considered invincible today. Andrius took note of it in his heart. He would not use it easily unless it was a matter of life and death. “Well, that’s all about the energy bodies.” The Demon Emperor looked deeply at Andrius. “Destined One, you were able to obtain another fragment of Our spirit which guided you here, which means you were to Our liking. “We hope that you won’t use these for evil deeds. Take care of yourself!”

A spark of electricity ran through my finger and down to my very center. “Mine,” my wolf whispered in my mind. What? She can't be yours, Fanir. She's not even out mate. “Prey,” my demon whispered back. “I can smell her blood.” I yanked my hand back as if it had been set on fire. I stood up so fast that the chair I had been sitting in went crashing to the floor behind me. I couldn’t be here. I couldn’t be around her while I was like this. I was unstable, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at any moment.

I stood and moved toward the body near the end of the row because something about the sheet sat different over the shoulder and I pulled it back slowly. It was a male. Young and a warrior. His shirt had been torn open at the collar and the skin beneath showed a dark burn just below the bond. I went still and Dante felt it. “What is it?” Dante asked. I brushed the edge of the fabric aside. The wolf sigil stared back at me from burned skin. The same shape and same deliberate mark making my stomach tighten. Jace crouched beside me and the second he saw it his face changed. “You have seen that before.” I said but he didn’t answer fast enough.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.