Demon Hunter Soul Fragment Novels & Stories

A version of *me* with stormlit irises and a smile that drips venom. The Hunter fights beside me, his movements desperate. "They're probes-testing your weaknesses!" My doppelgänger lunges, static clashing with static. "You're a relic," she hisses. "Let me replace you." I drive a shard of starlight into her chest. She dissolves, whispering, *"He's already mine."* Eden watches from a rooftop, his grin widening. --- **The Fractured Heart** The Hunter drags me into an alley, his breath ragged. "We need to destabilize him. Find what's left of the boy."

Carl remembered something and answered, "Sir Reynold mentioned that the Capital is currently training a new batch of demon hunters. They might send some people here. After your disappearance, I understand then that we could not rely on you to continue hunting. I reported to Sir Reynold that we won't have a stable supply of demon energy. So we send a request to the Capital along with Kelly's matter about this. If we got new demon hunters, then they can take your job. We could have another year then." Lucas smiled without a smile, "That is the case when everything could go well, right? But...what if our archenemy suddenly interferes?" Carl was surprised. "...What do you mean?" Lucas just looke

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

Shards of light burst from the wound instead of blood, scattering into the air before fading like smoke. “Not solid,” he snarled. “But not a ghost either.” “Because it’s both,” the Seer cried, retreating behind the circle. “It is a contradiction, made flesh!” Damian didn’t hesitate. His blade carved through the air, slicing one Fracture clean through the torso—but its upper half kept fighting, its claws raking at him with vicious speed. He slammed it down with brute strength, but the effort left his jaw clenched, sweat shining at his temple.

The Hunter shrieked, its humanoid form flickering, core unstable, energy surging unpredictably. We pressed forward, every strike coordinated, every movement a dance of survival and fury. My wolf surged, claws ripping, teeth sinking, energy spiraling outward in a living weapon. The Hunter’s core pulsed violently, splitting into multiple fragments, each one more powerful than before. It’s adapting faster than we can fight! Azrael shouted. We focused on the largest fragment, the core. Energy surged, claws striking, bond flaring. Each hit caused sparks to erupt, sending debris flying. The forest trembled under the sheer force.

Asher growled unable to control his emotions. Summer placed a finger to his lips to quiet him. "I tried using a piece of the broken beer bottle he threw at me for protection but it backfired. In the end it ended up stabbing me instead, right above my right hip." As if to prove her point she lifted her shirt just enough to show Asher the jagged scar that traveled up from her right hip to her ribs. "I had managed to call the police by that point and I guess they tracked the GPS of my phone. All I remember before blacking out was that bastard yanking the glass higher up and slicing me further."

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.