Demon Killers Novels & Stories

"Old stories, from before Blackthorn existed. About hunters who didn't hunt with weapons. Who used magic to twist wolves into monsters. To use them as weapons against packs they wanted destroyed." Dian's face hardened. "The Spirit Killers." "Yes." Selene looked between them. "What are Spirit Killers?" "An ancient enemy," Dian said. "Not wolf. Not human. Something that feeds on both. They were supposed to be extinct. Wiped out centuries ago." "Apparently not." Marta picked up the bandages again, hands shaking. "And apparently, they're interested in you." Selene's hand went to the pouch at her neck. It was warm again. Not burning. Waiting.

“They are a religious group of people. Over the past twenty years they’ve grown considerably stronger; they have an aim— a life purpose, and that is to destroy the Demon Overlord.” “But the Demon Overlord is no more.” “He is not dead either; he will be back, and they are there to make sure he is destroyed once and for all.” “I’m guessing they are not werewolves?” “You guessed right.” “If they are not werewolves, then what are they?”

They killed themselves in thousands as they crashed into the dome of Sterling Creek. These demons were willing to die for Grimkeeper. Long stayed in the skies in her dragon form and rained sown heavy fire from above. Her dragon fire truly gave Sterling Creek an advantage as she swooped down to breath fire. The snipers were not left out of the action either. Large bullets upon bullets rained down and turned a lot of demon heads into bursting watermelons. The Deltas were the first wave and they fought bravely in their werewolf form.

It was the year 1745, Europe was riddled with Demon killings, more so London in particular. At first, I thought that the Demon Hunter had gone insane and gone on a killing frenzy. That time there was no treaty between the Demons and Hunters, so naturally, I descended down on his home and threatened to kill his entire family if he did not stop killing my kind. But I was very much surprised when he had said that he had not killed a Demon himself and quite a few years. Now, this did alarm me for what creature would then be behind the killings.

, Kiarra said while trembling with fear. "They are looking at us like they are so hungry and want to eat all of us", Kesiah exclaimed. "Are we going to die here? How can we escape to this place without any doors to exit?", Vhiann asked while seeing her death. Dave, Gio and Terrence looked anywhere but they can't really find any doors even just a little hole to enter. They protected the girls. The demons in the area are gigantic creatures with horns with a furry skin like gorilla that has tail holding huge weapon. Their eyes are red and flickering that they wanted to kill anybody if they wanted to.

That was a real set-up! My scouts were my people, my subjects, and of course that jerk didn’t touch them. And so, that was what they saw: a small demon, a grey-skinned, tailed creature, had been riding another demon. Then he had summoned an entire host of demons, and they went to slaughter the Tevarrian army. I could barely hold back curses, but still managed to get more details. Apparently, everything wasn’t as bad as it seemed. They had noticed Ak-kvir and I when we knocked out the sentries and had decided to follow us.

Those fucking eyes that once looked at me in adoration. Dawn is gone, and along with her, I can feel my own demons taking control over my senses. The demons that she had kept at bay but now without her by my side, fights to set loose. I can't be with a killer! A killer! A killer! A killer! A fucking KILLER! A DAMN MOTHERFUCKING KILLER! She had called me the very words everyone of them had. The very name I always cower away from but is just who I was, who I am, and who I'll always be.

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

"Something is stopping them from taking a step further into the Pack territory. I look back at the demon warriors, understanding exactly what Declan is talking about. Although it can be hard to pick out. It seems as though a giant, glimmering dome is spanning over our Pack lands, and several demon warriors standing on one side of it are falling back each time they try to push through. I narrowed my eyes at them, frowning. Then one of the demon warriors races toward the dome, but as soon as he comes in contact with the barely visible wall, he falls heavily to the ground and screams in agony, rolling around for a few seconds, twitching as if he's been electrocuted and fighting what seems to be