Divine Hunter Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to continue. “The hunter’s moon prophecy is commonly believed to be a prophecy of the gods. But the dragons have a stake in it, too, and his name is Rodyn.”

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

she asked, making it difficult for him to look away from those luscious red-painted lips and her turquoise eyes that looked even more vivid with all that black paint and gray colors around them. “You look…” Hunter found himself saying, before he could stop himself, literally out of breath “Divine.” he murmured, with his voice hoarser than he intended, the only word he could think of that came close to describing how she really was. “Oh…” her eyes got bigger and the blush even reached her nose, while Corinne twisted between her fingers one of the strands of her hair that had been combed entirely over one of her shoulders “I… I mean… Thank you.” She took a quick look in the direction of Isabel

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

Then, a small smile curved around the corner of her thin lips. **** Getting to his room, Nathan Peyton tears off all the clothes stuck to his muscular body like a stubborn leech, revealing good tone muscles and killer abs. When the clothes were finally off his luscious, alluring, and muscular skin. Nathan Peyton walked toward the mirror in the middle of his room and stood before it. The mirror was human-sized and he could see his full height being captured by the size of the mirror as he stood in front of it. Nathan Peyton, who was known as the untamed devil in the other world was the devil's son. The mention of his name alone was a sign of fear and an emblem of pain in the heart of the peop

I shook my head and withdrew my scythe, narrowing my eyes as I met his gaze. “Verity” he purred, his voice as soft as velvet. “Or should I call you Shadow Walker?” He began to pace, putting his hand to his chin in mock thought as he continued. “Yes, the Hunter famous for her kill count and number of successful missions. The one the Nephilim fear.” His gaze was oddly kind as he looked at me. “Oh yes, I know exactly who you are, we all do. You and your team.” He looked at them one by one and named them, as well as their attributes. He stumbled only when he got to Kenneth, unsure of him. Kenneth was still close to him, ready to spring into action if need be, but we were all watching him careful

Something inside me told me to pull energy from him but I was afraid that it would weaken him too much. The feeling persisted, so I finally stopped and started pulling energy from him. A blast of energy pushed out around me and incinerated any demons nearby. I felt a burning in my back and next thing I knew I was up in the air. Everyone was looking up at me in awe. Elodie shifted back, "It's her hunter form." I looked at myself the best I could, and I had huge white feathered wings with purple undersides and my whole body was glowing purple. "KILL HER", rang out through the crowd from Beherit and the demons tried to swarm to my location.

Hunter tilts his head, challenging me. I know he’s waiting for me to take the bait. If I agree, he’ll ask why I don’t become the luna, and if I disagree, he will feign offense and make some ridiculous demand to push me in that direction. I have no intention on falling for his trap. “I simply mean the moon goddess knows better than we. Wouldn’t you agree?” It’s always been a hot topic of discussion, but according to lore, Hunter is a beta because of the moon goddess’s blessing.