Novel & Cerita Demon Hunters Book

The little red devil seemed to be a pretty good distraction for the demon hunters—while it lasted. Making it over to tunnel twenty-seven wasn’t too difficult, despite the fact that the howls and hisses were growing louder. The demon hunters were chasing Holland’s offspring from one tunnel to the next, the Guardians tracking the battle through the shrieks and growls, and from time to time, a red streak would pass by the end of the tunnel near enough that Aaron could almost make the monster baby out.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

"I like to learn about others. Gives you an advantage if you have to fight them someday." "True. Know a place where I can get those books on demons?" "No. I had them a while ago, but I tossed them out. Figured there was no need to keep them if no one was going to use them." "There went my little hope." He cocked his head to the side to look at me. "Why the sudden interest in demons?" "As you said, it'll be nice to have an advantage over your opponents in a fight. Learning about them would be a great help."

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night. As I opened the book, I felt a shiver run down my spine. The pages were old and worn, their corners curling up from years of use. The illustrations within were both beautiful and terrifying, depicting hunters fighting against the creatures I had come to learn about; werewolves, vampires, and other beasts of the night. As I read through the book, I felt my heart racing with excitement and fear. I learned about the different types of hunters and their techniques for tracking and killing these dangerous creatures. Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting ag

I had this unsettling feeling that they were going to attack, but where, when and who were uncertain. When I got home, I ran over to an old, Victorian cabinet that was passed down through the generations in my family. It was cherry oak and curved out in the middle; the Victorian designs were chipped but didn’t deny that it was a formidable antique. I walked up to it with my set of keys, found the right key and unlocked it. I took out my book of creatures and opened it. It was an old, leather bound book passed down from century to century, with my ancestors adding to it as new creatures revealed themselves. The faded letters in the middle of the cover said “Demonology” in Irish text. The page

I almost fainted by the sudden pressure drop, trying to focus on the fact that destroying the book was still the easiest way to extinguish at once all the demons that ascended to the earth through it. I just needed to keep looking. Even if I had to repeat nights like that. I needed to keep searching for all the traces of demons I found on the map that Tennebris scribbled using his powers. Even if I spent the rest of my life hiding from archangels and killing demons, I needed to find the damn book that started all that.

He’s so arrogant it’s a wonder he hasn’t gotten himself killed. “Why would we summon demons?” “Maybe you witches want to go back to your old ways.” “Oh please. We’re much more powerful without being bound to another asshole man who’s terrified of being shown up by a woman. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Binx growls, both threatening Easton and reminding me that there’s a reason the hunters think we summoned demons. “Demons are coming to Thorne Hill,” I say out loud, finishing Binx’s thought. “And you followed them?”

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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.”

The healer stiffened, then immediately gathered his things and withdrew without a word, closing the door behind him. “I heard about the attack,” Kai said, breath still uneven. Asher’s gaze stayed forward. “What did you find on what I asked you to investigate?” Kai straightened. His expression hardened. “A soul-eating demon.” Asher turned slightly. Kai continued. "It hunts those burdened with painful memories.” Asher didn’t speak, only watched him. He paused, letting the weight of it sink in. “If the demon succeeds in consuming a soul… it becomes even more powerful. Almost unstoppable.”