Demon Hunter The Last One Alive Novels & Stories

He looked down at my hands on his skin, where a faint silver glow was beginning to eat away at the obsidian marks on his arms. "Your blood," he whispered, his voice suddenly thick. "It’s singing." Before I could pull away, the clearing exploded in a different kind of light. The leader of the Hunters hadn't fled. He stood on a high rock above the falls, holding a heavy, bronze canister. He didn't look like a man anymore, he looked like a fanatic. "If the Demon will not fall to the blade," the leader screamed over the roar of the water, "then he will burn in the light of the first dawn!"

He stopped in front of me, towering over me as he looked down. "Where is he?" "I. Don't. Know," I spat each word at him, breaking it down since his simple little mind couldn't seem to understand. He gripped my chair and rocked me back to see him better. His tusked teeth were so close to my face, I feared they would scrape my cheek. His breath smelled like meat. "You know something? You were the last one to see him alive." "I told you: I don't know." His golden eyes stared down at me. "Walk me through it. You summoned a demon, destroyed our bar, riled up one of my boys, then go after him. What happened next?"

Even if it killed her, at least she knew it was possible to come back. “I’m sure there are others out there. One of the Vampires on Mila’s list is still at large, but Daunator was the last of the demonics, I guess. Christian went through the portal?” She nodded, and he shook his head. “That guy sure knows how to keep a secret.” “Yes, he does. And I think there’s more to it than either one of us know, at least Cassidy thinks so. But having Daunator out of the picture should give all of us a chance to breathe.”

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.

"As expected of Mr. Hunter! Yes, this one's called Solomon–my proudest creation yet! I've tried to turn living people into zombies so many times and finally succeeded a few months ago. I just needed the right material, so now I have it." This time, Dexter did not use his bell. He simply pointed at Timothy. "Kill him!" In an instant, Solomon, who had not moved a muscle until now, attacked. His great sword swung down, which forced Timothy to dodge. The ground split with a tremendous boom when the blade struck. "The Ultimate Mortal Realm!" Timothy's expression darkened. He had not expected this young man to have reached the Ultimate Mortal Realm, which was a full level above his own. This would

He touched Damien's hand and gently pulled mine so that his little hands rested right above ours. "All of us." Demiana glanced at Hunter's lifeless body with pain evident in her eyes. "What about Hunter?" She directed that question to Lilith. My eyes darted to Lilith who dropped her head rught after I caught the sadness and sorrow in her eyes. Hunter had been her good friend, other than Charlie. "A soul can only be revived once. I'm sorry" she whispered regretfully. All of us fell into silence. We suddenly heard the footsteps of two men walking forward towards us. I jolted my head where the two men were and instantly knew they were humans, wearing the same lab coats of the people from underg

So immediately it is game on, but first, "Alatar, if you get out of that damn car, I will personally kill you this time. I am not playing babysitter." Yet, he continues to protest, "You know that I can use a spell." "My dear friend, you have become old and slow. Now get back into that damn car." So we find the two Hunters and our very own one staring down a mob of angry Vampires that know that at least three of us constitute as a snack. As for Alatar, I think with old age, you just become odd-tasting. But what does that make me then? Blue cheese? Ethan and Connor have themselves armed with a Colt; now, these are not the ones that Connor lost that would have killed the demon in Roberto. That

His words hang in the air, heavy with regret. "I tied Alison's wound up, placed her in a safe spot, and then tailed Denzel and his men," Hunter continues. "We clashed, and I finally got my revenge. I burned Denzel to death like I'd planned for ages." I release a weighted sigh. "You can't make a deal with the devil and expect it to be victorious." Hunter's gaze meets mine, haunted. "A mistake I'll never forget." The doctor and healers arrive, swiftly surrounding Alison in a desperate bid to save her. With skilled hands and ancient wisdom, they employ every modern medical technique and timeless healing ritual to revive her.

he laughed. Hunter stepped back shielding Ludo and Walu. “I wanted to spare your life but i am killing you now Devi.” Hunter charged but was stunned by the taser he went down on his knees. Devi was surprised he didn’t go down that easily. He watched him being fried but he was trying to get up till he got immobile and dropped down. Devi then pounded him with a final blow to the head and watched as he fell face flat on Dumi’s body.

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.