God Hunter Novels & Stories

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. Zane’s expression softened, and he placed a hand on my shoulder. “He hasn’t. And as long as you keep fighting, he won’t.” Before I could respond, a low, guttural growl echoed from the woods. We both froze, our senses snapping to attention as the sound grew louder, closer. A figure emerged from the shadows—not Gideon, but something worse. It was one of the hunters, but he wasn’t human anymore. His body twisted unnaturally, his eyes glowing with a feral light. Silver veins snaked across his skin, and his movements were jerky, as if something inside him was trying to break free.

I couldn't help but smile when I noticed he was also covered in blood. "GONZALEZ!" Hunter shouted in sheer anger. I shared a look with Silvio as we saw Javier run down the hallway to Hunter's office. After several moments, I watched Javier grab a medical kit before going downstairs to the cells. I felt my nose flare in annoyance. Hunter has never cared about any of his victims before. I thought Hunter would've been pissed enough to kill Sienna. So why wasn't she dead? If Sienna was alive, then that only meant one thing. Hunter was holding back. He hasn't fully given in to Sienna being a traitor. It's clear that I need to push him over the edge before it's too late.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."

The gate explodes inward. Wood shatters. Stone cracks. Dark figures pour through the opening. They're tall. Hooded. Their faces are wrong—twisted, hollow, like something wearing human skin. I feel them in my head. Cold. Hungry. There you are, little heir. I don't run. I raise my hand. Silver light explodes from my palm. It slams into the first hunter. He shrieks. Falls back. The others stop. Kael shifts beside me. His wolf is massive. Gray fur. Yellow eyes. He stands between me and the hunters.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

The hunter leader’s eyes gleamed with fascination. “And when they do…” He raised his weapon slowly. “They become the most dangerous creature alive.” Adrian stepped fully in front of me. “You’re not killing her.” “Oh,” the hunter replied softly. “I told you.” His finger tightened on the trigger. “I’m not here to kill her.” The gun fired. Adrian moved instantly. The bullet struck his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the dirt. I screamed. “ADRIAN!” He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, his wolf burst forward again with a roar of pure rage.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h