Helltaker Creator Novels & Stories

" The hell am I going to tell our client? Do I tell him you're a fuck up? Brett? " Stung into response, Brett replied, " it didn't go according to plan! I didn't know her friends would return so early! I didn't plan.. " he was silenced by a clean shot to the brain, the gun was being tucked into the pocket of the boss's coat. " I didn't ask you what you planned, you piece of shit." he muttered at the brainless body of Brett that was collecting blood on the carpet. Cussing and muttering, boss yelled, " JIM" the guard who'd given Brett the stink eye emerged through the doors. " clear that crap from there and get a man to do the fucking job! "

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

Luther, I'm telling you, if she doesn't want a baby, then Wren will—" Her words were cut off when she met Luther's dark, hateful gaze. "Do… you hate me?" Jane stammered. "Shouldn't I?" Luther replied in a chilling tone. He hated Jane, and he hated Wren, but he hated himself most of all. Jane's eyes turned bloodshot with disbelief. "You have no right to hate me! I'm the one who gave birth to you and raised you. And Wren? You were the one who agreed to her having your baby! "If you want to harm her child, fine. Just don't call me your mother anymore!"

He didn’t think so. There was something else going on. He just couldn’t tell what. Either the moon goddess had some big plans for him and Dhara or she was merely getting a kick out of his pathetic circumstances. Pathetic because the one woman he and his wolf agreed upon—wanted nothing more than to just claim her—was neither their mate nor someone they could mark. Healers were never known to be mated to anyone. They lived a solitary life. They were powerful but they were alone. It was just hard to say if that was a curse or a blessing.

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

She slid it under her leg where Jen couldn't see it, her fingers moving quickly. "Sit up," Jen demanded. "I want to get this over with. You're interfering with my session at the Ranch." Emma looked up just in time to see Jen hand McWhorter a length of rope. He unrolled a length of it and tossed an end over the tree branch above Emma's head. "Were you there?" she asked suddenly. "Were you there when she killed Tommy?" McWhorter glanced at her, a horrified look in his eyes. "Of course not," Jen said. "Do you really think he would have let me in the house if he had seen this big oaf with me?"

“You all know basic myths. But this one is… specific. The tale of the Shadowalker.” To everyone’s surprise, it was Emma who piped up, his voice hesitant but clear. “I… I’ve read about that. In a banned manuscripts forum. He was a demon… created by Lucifer not as a torturer, but as a ultimate weapon. A being designed to wipe out all life on Earth in one go. But Lucifer messed up the primordial spell. A variable was wrong. Instead of a mindless destroyer, Shadowalker became a demon bound by a paradoxical imperative: to save people.”

“Great, now you sound like our trainers.” “There’s a difference, though. We grew up with each other. The guy with the gut wound could be my brother or my cousin, my best friend. Get the idea?” “So, who are these Hell Hounds to you then? So that we know.” “Aria Redgrave. First cousin and a couple of years younger than I am. She’s the computer expert I was talking about, Hal. Please don’t get on her nasty side, or she will waste your time with so much computer nastiness your head will spin. Then we have Devine Kelos. She’s relatively new to our team, but she’s got a nose that can hunt anyone or anything down in a blink of an eye. It’s scary to watch Hilda play a game with Devine. Hunt for the

I stared at my new contact list for a long time, wondering if I had actually solved anything or simply delayed the inevitable. Whoever had found me once could probably find me again. ... My life had become unbearably complicated, Noah wanted a future with me, not someday, but now. He spoke about commitment with such certainty that it frightened me. Helena wanted me to join her in hunting predators… men who had escaped justice because of money, influence, or power. She had looked me in the eyes and calmly suggested we become executioners. And somewhere out there… someone kept sending anonymous messages that refused to stop.