Divine Hunter Novels & Stories

He was strict with Chris and Zand, especially when it came to their training, and he made sure they both sparred with Andy every say. It makes me see Hunter in a new light too, he held his own against a dragon and they were so evenly matched, there was never a clear winner. A lot of things are beginning to make more sense now. Hunter is Celestial Alpha blood, it’s hardly surprising he could take on an unshifted dragon and live to tell the tale. Every time Gabe, Christian, Zander, Gerald or I sparred with him he would wipe the floor with us within minutes.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o

Aaron chuckled while aligning his broken bones with audible cracks, his contempt was evident in his blood-red eyes. “I did what a soulmate should do in that particular situation, Zuriel. And now, I didn’t even know that Eve was promoted to the rank of a criminal waiting for death penalty. For your information, Hunter Harold has left on his own, he is in the hunter’s pack with Eve. How could you be so dumb to think about imprisoning a hunter? They are worse than Satan, Zuriel. Because of nature’s extra favors, no supernatural creature can defeat them.

There are still some things which are not clear to her. "They know about you, Princess!.. and they are coming for you... he is especially coming for you... And trust me he will destroy each and every person who dared to hurt you..." He declared. "Who is he?" She asked confused. "He is___" Grace gasped when he got shot in the head. She was horrified when his body landed near her feet. Angry Dominick was standing in front of her. "Why did you do this?" She yelled in frustration. "Nathan!"

Her voice dropped to a hiss. “Because Blackwood found out who I truly was.” A pause. A flash of old shame. Then rage. “I am Divine. A being far older than him. I could draw life—extend mine—forever. And he hated me for it. But I was willing to make him the greatest. I already assisted in telling revelations I saw about his enemies making him win head of the table." She took a step closer to Avery, who lay defenseless, bleeding, her belly rising and falling as her baby fought with her.

I said. “What are you talking about? It’s not your fault.” He said. “It is. They thought you were me. Because we smell similar. When they realized that you weren’t me, that’s why they all attacked you.” I said. “What are you talking about?” “The Devil Alpha. He wants me apparently. No one knows why. And because we’re twins, we have a similar scent. His warriors were told to get me but when they found you and not me, they got angry.” I explained.

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

Heavy boots crushing sand. Aiden held his breath. Dante pulled his knife quietly from his belt. The hunter’s silhouette passed between the crates— dark armor, visor glowing faint blue, a strange curved weapon strapped to its back. Aiden’s blood ran cold. Dante mouthed: “Stay.” Aiden nodded. The hunter paused… head lifting… visor scanning the air. Aiden’s pulse spiked. Dante tensed— But the hunter suddenly jerked its head toward the west and sprinted away.