Divine Hunter Novels & Stories

"It's staying in our world. It's hunting something specific, and I think... I think it's hunting Draven." Vincent processed that information carefully. The hunters were beings that existed partially outside of normal reality, that fed on consciousness itself. If one of them was specifically hunting Draven, it meant that Draven represented something that the hunters needed, or feared, or wanted. "Get me a communication link to Draven," Vincent commanded. "We need to know what he is and why he's being hunted." Within minutes, Draven manifested before him - but the hybrid vampire looked different. Where before he'd been confident and controlled, now he was panicked. There were cracks in his for

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

Brianna said with excitement. “And how would we force him to give up his vessel?” Aaron asked. “He would need to be pushed back to Hell,” Colton said. He looked at his mother and she nodded with a smile. “It would need another who is strong enough to do it.” I narrowed my eyes at him and he smiled. “Who is stronger than a Horseman?” Alex asked and Drake met my eyes. “A Divine Warrior is,” he said. “We have the almost pure essence of Rachel.” He sighed. “I could-” But I cut him off.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

Zyter countered, stepping forward until he loomed over Christopher and stared him in the eye. "I lost my Divine Core the night I was nearly killed by a blood monster while trying to prove myself to my father," he said. "If you hadn't intervened, if you hadn't reached me in time, I would have been long dead! You speak so carelessly like you do not know the things I have been through." "Chris-" "No, Zee, the difference between us and the simple humans is our Divine Core, the abilities given unto us by the Gods to fight evil. That is why we are hunters. Now, tell me, what is a hunter without their Divine Core?"

He was wearing dark colored pants and a hood over his head. "Who are you and what do you want?" Divine said with intensity. The individual quickly turned around and threw a dagger at him. He deflected it and subdued him quickly, the others helping. The assailant then stuck a dart on Divine's abdomen. "You are still going to die, alpha."

The bullets glowed with some kind of enchantment, pulsing with contained power. He didn't hesitate. Didn't announce himself. He just fired. Three shots. Perfect placement. Shoulder, chest, leg. The enchanted bullets hit Heriberto before the warlock could react. Each impact sent ripples of silver light through his dark shields. Heriberto stumbled, genuine surprise flashing across his face. "Witch-killer rounds." He touched his shoulder where dark blood oozed. "Where did a Hunter get those?" "I have friends in low places." My father's voice was cold. Lethal. This was the Hunter I'd heard about but never seen—the man who'd spent eighteen years preparing for this moment. "And I've been preparing