God Hunter Novels & Stories

"Who's the 'someone' that you are talking about?" Kasper looks at her for a couple of minutes. The guardian saw the different emotions in his dark red eyes. For the first time in his life, he was feeling anxious, he thinks that he doesn't know himself and could not control some of his actions since he meet her. "It's... It is the werewolf hunter. I think that she is my mate," Kasper responded in a low tone. The guardian was stunned because of what she heard. "What should I do guardian Kitsune?"

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

" That's because Hunter is the name I gave him." I replied and the shocked look on Gideon had me wondering what it was I did wrong. " What? How is that possible? Then that means you are already…?" Gideon seemed to have come to some realisation, a realisation that shocked him and my frown deepened. " I am already what?" I questioned, wondering what Gideon was talking about. " He's a shadow walker,a shadow warrior Maya!" Gideon exclaimed.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

For the deaths of those weaklings, this cold man grew even more contemptuous and disgusted. This man is the leader of the Hunters Guild and the founder of the HDR organization - Louis William. Louis William is a tyrannical, greedy, animalistic, and cruel man, he only cares about things that bring value to hbenefitfits him, and things that bring nothing to him. It's okay to throw it away.

Where she would spend six months with her husband and six months with her mother, which is the reason behind the change of seasons. The relationships between the Gods were complicated, and Hades was a prime example. His wife was also his niece, but it was nothing out of the ordinary to them. At least it made my relationship with Kyra and Hunter not seem as complicated. “Then make it happen. I am ready.” Hunter spoke. “We need to put the Scepter in a secure location first.” Selene commented. “No problem.” Hunter said as he snapped his fingers. A black slit ripped through the fabric of the universe and opened a portal to the place he kept the God-Killing weapons he had crafted. Hunter put the

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

“Someone is trying to stop us.” “What do we do now?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the tragedy unfolding before us. Hunter, with a piercing gaze at the burning house, responded seriously, “The people who did this are still around.” My next question was instinctive. “Where?” Hunter turned to face me, his golden eyes shining with restrained fury. Before he could answer, a transformation began before my eyes. Hunter's body twisted, gray fur covering his human form. He emerged as an imposing wolf, his golden eyes intensified by the fury pulsating in his veins.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.