Divine Hunter Novels & Stories

Tommy immediately understood the flow of this strange conversation. "Listen, potato woman. In this organization, the entire Hunter is only thirty humans. And you're the 1456th who entered the organization. If only we didn't notice you as The Hunter in your coffee shop, sooner or later, you would be put into small pieces even though your bones can no longer be put together for an autopsy because of the devil's actions." Iris was silent with her mouth slightly open. She was a 1456th Hunter who entered the organization. A number that didn't matter to remember, and Iris immediately touched her forehead.

She watched aside with her heart thumping from her chest, absolutely rushing with adrenaline. How the divine did they kill Terrance? Was Celie the only one shot in the head? I wanted to ask... but I can wait until after the attempt of divinity. "Gods of Divinity before us, lend me your spiritual guidance!" Terrance shouted, commencing an energy that matched his within the bible. "We are direct descendants of your nature and prowess! I am Dark, Lord of Divinity! She is my wife, Phuture, Goddess of Divinity! We humbly ask for your gracious benefits to restore our spiritual energy!"

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

At the center, the Archivist floats, her body a conduit for the void, her voice a siren song erasing warriors mid-swing. The Hunter loads his gun. "You sure?" I cock the storm-gun. "I'm done running." We charge. --- **The Final Verse** The Archivist sees us coming. "*Fools!* You can't kill a god!" "We're not here for the god," the Hunter snarls. "We're here for the *priest*." He fires. The bullet tears through her mosaic face, glass shards scattering. She screams, the void in her unraveling. I aim at the rift above her-a pulsating wound in the sky. The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge.

I had heard his excuses and explanations before, but I still wasn’t buying it. Skeptically, as I hurriedly walk, chasing the light down a long-rounded passage, I ask “I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would risk your life for this quest.” “Believe it or not Hunter, I’m here. I didn’t do this for my own gain.” I scoff at his words. Everything Oliver did was for self-gain. “Scoff all you want; I may be rogue and hated Hunter, but those changelings will follow the Lycan witch without question and they are the best damn trackers I have ever come across. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, and I can’t refuse the plea of a little Skinwalker.”

Was there any woman aside from the Saintesses of the Hundred Flowers Sect who could escape him? There were even less people who could refuse, because the Goslings had money, influence, and manpower! Since today was the Fire Phoenix Festival, when they all worshipped the divine phoenix, he came ready to hunt! And just now, he had his eyes on Tia! It really took a seasoned hunter like him to see through that veil, observing the curvaceous figure, that waist-length long hair, and the fair complexion of her exposed arms. Just from one glance, she was clearly the best!

"My parents did what needed to be done for the safety of their people, but the era of bloodshed is coming to an end. A new era is on its way, one that needs to be filled with the passion my mother once held in her heart. I strive to be the best part of both my parents. Which is why I can't intentionally put you in harm's way." "It is said that Brahma was called upon by Indra, the Hindu thunder God, that Katrina, the mate of the four heirs, is not a goddess but an angel. An angel born of light and dark blood, a very being who shouldn't exist at all, an angel who would be seen as a trophy by Brahma." I schooled my expressions, even though my heart was beating erratically in my chest. If what S

Chapter 47: The Purple Feast The headless body of the hunter lay on the floorboards. Kaelen stepped over it. He did not look like my husband. He looked like a god of slaughter carved from red ice. The arrows sticking out of his back quivered with every breath he took. His chest heaved. His black eyes were fixed on the men waiting in the snow. "Run," a hunter shouted. "It’s the Genesis!" They raised their rifles. Kaelen didn't give them the chance.

Uriel – The archangel who takes you out of the darkness and into the divine truth. As soon as Hunter’s smirk faded from his face, we saw bright lights streak the skies, followed by the loud, booming sounds of thunder. A few seconds later, heaven let out its wrath and large drops of water soaked our skin.

An elder and two elites also arrived from the Light Divine Holy Land. The one who could produce a Divine Vein was their saint, Travis Lark, also known as the Six Divine Child. He was only 12 but possessed a great talent that had never been seen for the past thousand years. No one could develop a Divine Vein if he was unable to do it. However, the Dark Divine Holy Land had always been known for its viciousness. They were no strangers to assassination and killing potential talents of other sects. Everyone wondered if they would succeed this time.