God Hunter Novels & Stories

The Hunter said as he swung his Silver metal baton back and forth Slowly approaching Daemon who was on the ground breathing hard. “It’s...... not (coughs) over yet” The hunter laughed at his feeble attempt to stand up then dodged a claw from the now awake Gwen, He swung his baton she dodged it neatly but couldn’t dodge the kick that followed which sent her flying to Daemon’s side.

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

The werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, fur rising from his forehead, creating a line of eyebrows. What the hell is this creature doing here? Alud hadn't seen anything like it in over two hundred years, but he immediately recognized the creature that stepped out of the mist before him. White-faced Hunter: No concept of honor, valor or feelings, their existence has only one goal to kill whoever his masters say, and then disappear into oblivion. A kind of professional assassin of the dark world. Only a few dark ones are not afraid of these accursed creatures. Called with the help of complex ancient rituals, they are full of power received through a special conductor in the material world. A t

The shapes within it howled, ancient, ravenous things, drawn to the goddess’ broken essence. Adrien’s chest tightened. He clutched Liora tighter, the silver glow straining within him, every nerve screaming. “Zayn,” he growled, his voice breaking between fury and fear. “Tell me you have a plan.” Zayn’s silence was answer enough. The storm ripped closer. And with it, a voice,low, guttural, inhuman, spoke through the thunder. “We smell her.” Adrien’s blood ran cold. The storm descended. The first hunter broke through the storm like a blade tearing skin. It wasn’t flesh, not entirely.

Nicole shot him a glance and replied, "The Holder family is well-known among the Hunters." Lloyd was taken aback. "You're... a Hunter?" 'The Hunters, were something of a guild for hackers!' he thought. 'Only professionals could crack the URL to enter the website and create an account! Nicole's a Hunter?' "I'm Lucifer." Nicole swirled her glass of wine, her eyes wild. Lloyd suddenly trembled as his eyes began darting. "You're... Lucifer?!"

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place. And then, miraculously, the wolf stopped as his entire body came crashing down on top of me. I yelped from the impact of a grown man’s full weight hitting my body. Once I recovered, I opened my eyes to see Alex holding an entire bloodied vertebral column with his claws, clearly ripped from the wolf’s body. I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground.

My love, my only. “You’re safe, you’re safe. We got you back, Angel.” Hunter rocked me in his arms. I have never seen him like this. With wonder I touched the tears on his face, wiping them from his cheeks. He touched his forehead to mine, holding my eyes captive with his amber ones. “Well, looks like we’re done here.” I heard Janus say. “Let’s clean this up.” Clean what up? In front of my feet a hole had been dug, looking very suspiciously like a grave, albeit a shallow one. My blood ran cold. I was covered in dirt, my clothes mud stained.