God Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

They were remnants of a long-forgotten era, but they'd do the job well enough one more time. Despite what the hunters thought of themselves and the reconnaissance they had performed, they weren't so clever at all. Because regardless of what they thought they'd learned about killing supernaturals, they didn't know shit about Haldir. He was no run-of-the-mill supernatural creature, and he definitely wasn't human anymore. He was something else, a one of a kind creature forged by the gods of both types of beings. Haldir had been stabbed, shot, burned and drowned and none of them had taken. He didn't expect that would change tonight either.

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

He threw his head back and laughed into the sky. “Didn’t I say it, she is feisty. No she-wolf kills that many hunters without a bucket load of fire in her belly” Doyle cackled wildly. Hunters, Gunner’s Mate killed a lot of hunters? So she’s some kind of super warrior then. I’m starting to respect and hate this mystery woman. Gunner squeezed my shoulder, another growl bubbled out of his mouth. “Yes, tiny Goddess. I know all too well not to fuck with you” Doyle teased,

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

The first hunter appeared at the chamber entrance—black tactical gear, silver-lined visor, a crossbow that hummed with electromagnetic energy. Maya felt the wrongness of the weapon like acid on her skin, but instead of recoiling, she found herself calculating angles and vulnerabilities with a predator's instinct. "Seven dragons," the hunter announced into his comm unit, his voice mechanically distorted. "Confirmed light dragon manifestation. Requesting immediate backup." "Too late for that," Maya said softly, and let her human form finally dissolve completely.

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

"Another one..." Kael didn't take his eyes off the creature. Fire flared up his arms, licking his skin, casting them both in an infernal glow. "A Hunter," he said. "An old world relic. They are going to keep coming until we die. Or I kill the one controlling them..." The Hunter stepped fully into the ruin, each movement boneles, silent. Shadows silthered from its body, reaching for them like tendrils. The air dropped in temperature, and Aria's breath frosted before her lips.