Demon-limited Hunter Novels & Stories

“My pride wouldn’t have it. Besides, I would greatly enjoy killing him.” God, Liz hated this woman. “D—Damien won’t have you hurting me! If you… if you kill Ashton, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t live either. I’ll lie — I’ll say you—” “Oh, shut up.” The huntress scoffed, but she did withdraw her weapon. There was a high chance the hunter wouldn’t survive; he was still so young, probably not that skilled. “Fine. I won’t finish him off if you promise to behave.”

Ashley said. “Get rid of her.” I said, trying not to growl. “Amberly. There’s no need to be like that. Everyone is allowed a little sympathy when their loved ones are hurt.” Ashley said. “Your cousin is being kept overnight because he overdosed on drugs before the fucking battle so he wouldn’t have to fight. He’s a pathetic coward and you’re not getting sympathy from anyone for that.” I snapped at her. Ryan put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

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.”

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

I don’t know what I’m expecting, but what I see on the header is beyond my basic reason. “Soul contract,” I read aloud questioningly. “What does that mean?” He doesn’t respond so I keep reading. The official contract between the human soul giver and the demon, Logan. This agreement shall be signed or stamped on the basis that the soul giver understands and confirms the following terms: Party A: I declare myself of sound physical and mental health, and in the perfect state of mind to comprehend the understated requirements and conditions. I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement.

size as Walter’s, so he took the boots as well as the gloves and parka leaving behind the orange vest. Leaving the hunter’s gun was a more difficult decision, but ammunition was hard to come by, and he had no desire to advertise his presence with gunfire. He bowed his head and began a prayer. It wasn’t a very good prayer because the only one he could remember was the prayer he’d said before bedtime as a kid. But he focused on it, because it was helping him ignore the beast inside him that saw the hunter as meat. It was hungry, and it didn’t care where the meat came from. He was just finishing the prayer when the demon howled. He felt an answering growl rise from his belly, a challenge to hi

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

“Now that everyone is present, we can finally properly discuss the matter.” Lord Harold was the first to speak. “What else is there to discuss?” And he immediately spoke as if he was not interested to continue. “We’ve discussed everything, solved the problem and we are only waiting for the execution of those demons.” His stubby arms crossed on his beard that grew to his chest. "The demon was summoned by the Scarlett Witch in her desperate attempt to escape. It was very powerful that many high ranked Hunters were killed. We did not live during the Scarlett War, however, assuming that their soldiers are equal to that, we will not survive." Leon said.