Divine Hunter Novels & Stories

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

I did not rush to shut down the "Goddess Hunter" server. Instead, through a backdoor I had left behind when I analyzed the code earlier, I quietly prepared a brand new module I had already written. I named it "Scumbag Hunter." I sorted all the evidence of his academic fraud, along with the videos and photos of his cheating, into categories and packaged everything together. Then, I turned it all into "Hunting Quests." - After I finished everything, I checked the time.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

The sound of shadow hitting silver was like a mountain collapsing. "Elara, get to the vault!" Silas roared, his voice straining as he held the warrior’s spear back with his bare hands. Black blood began to drip from Silas's palms where the silver touched him. "He’s a Divine Hunter! My shadows can’t hold him forever!" I looked at Silas. He was hurting—for me. The Shadow King, the man who feared nothing, was bleeding because he was protecting a "human defect." A hot, prickly feeling washed over me. It wasn't fear. It was rage.

I don't know why I am defending Hunter but Aiden's accusations felt wrong. "You don't know, Anna. You have no idea about these people and the extent of their viciousness. Hunter Storm is no saint but a devil in a man's disguise. He isn't helping you out of humanity. Believe me, he has some secret motives behind this charity. Please, don't go back to him." Aiden pleads me. I can see a certain fear in his eyes and it made my insides shudder.

Arkon continued, “needed assistance. And that is how the Hunters came to be. They were humans, chosen by the Moon God and were gifted divine abilities… strength beyond that of mortal men, speed beyond any Lycan, agility to rival even the vampires themselves. They were also forged a weapon… not just any weapon, a special one, called the Spear of Death.” I froze. My pulse jumped. The words had a weight to them.

Any day I would be giving birth, and my only wish was he could be here. In the days after the attack, Artemis was behind, I barely had a chance to talk to him. I thought things would be fine, but that hadn’t been the case. It wasn’t Artemis we had to worry about; it was Hunter. He revealed everything that happened when he was in Purgatory, at least what he could remember. The biggest surprise was that he had been made into a God Killer by Artemis and someone named Talon. Hunter said that Talon had taken away the powers that he had received, but it had only been temporary.

He said not perceiving what was going on, Dante slammed his hand on the stinky black headband on his forehead, “Gosh… it irks me teaming up with them.” He revealed, “Hmmm. Finally.” the bounty hunter putting his leg on the escapee crowed in their midst. “The Divine Humane are here, I’m sure you also with that iconic armour is also a divine humane. This is the most luckiest day in the city of bounty hunters, Don’t you know how much you all cost summing it up together?” he said as he licked his lips along with glares and smirks from every bounty hunters surrounding every corner waiting to capture them as their own or sell them off.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.