Last One Alive Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

She is not afraid of what will happen to her, a true hunter indeed. However, her face seems so familiar. Like I have seen it before, way before, she looks and acts like a hunter. I exited the dungeon as quietly as possible. A gathering with Alarick and some subordinates must come first. Carrying the burden of making Alarick the next Alpha, I am trying to create different excuses to say to the subordinates. Subordinates are old werewolves who served under the last Alpha, Alarick’s father. “Convel,” I am greeted with old werewolves and Alarick, who is now biting his thumb.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

I thought he wasn't coming back until next week. "Alpha Mason, what a surprise. Hunter and I were just trying to settle some... issues," Alpha Byran said, leaning back on his chair and clasping his hands in front of him. "Oh?" He grumbled, never breaking eye contact once. Folding his arms across his chest, he raised his chin and stared down at my figure like he always had. "Do tell," a demonic smirk fell on his lips, making my blood boil to the core. This isn't fucking happening.

"I can't feel him. Not even when I touched Ayra." "Ayra is the woman you're housing, right?" I could hear the disdain in his voice, but at this point, I didn't give a fuck. "He's gone, Aiden. I can't fucking feel him. I felt the cord snap." "You're not making any sense, Nate. Who is gone?" "Acheron." I heard something crash in the background before he spoke. "Your demon is gone?" "Yes. I need you and Alan here. Without my demon, they'll kill Ayra."

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

Warm blood trickled down the side of her face, mixing with the cold water that still clung to her skin. “Tomorrow,” Elara said calmly, stepping back, “will be the last day you see the sky.” She adjusted her dress. “Don’t even try to pretend you’re weak enough to die from this. I know what you are. Only the Great Witch can kill you.” She leaned down slightly, her eyes gleaming. “And tomorrow… I’m taking you to her.” Alina lay on the floor, barely able to move, her body trembling from both cold and fear. “And don’t expect the Devil to save you,” Elara added softly. “He won’t make it in time.”

A turned hunter, wearing a shredded flannel shirt, its mouth dripping with thick black bile, lunged violently out of the shadows, tackling Atlas squarely in the chest. Atlas grunted as the heavy weight slammed him against the doorframe. The zombie snapped its rotting, jagged teeth inches from Atlas’s neck. Before Atlas could bring his iron poker up in the confined space, a shadow blurred past me. Denzel crossed the porch in a fraction of a second. He grabbed the back of the infected hunter’s hair, wrenched its head backward with brutal force, and drove his dagger straight up through the base of its skull. The zombie went limp instantly, but as it died, a wet, gargling roar tore from its thro

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "

Davina clutched a stuffed animal, curled up among my siblings, who had died trying to protect her. In my final breath, amidst excruciating pain, I lay on my back, staring at the sky. A flash illuminated the darkest night of my life. Through tears, I roared ferociously, unleashing all my pain, fury, and hatred coursing through my veins. Hunter approached, looking down at me with a diabolical grin on his fanged face. “I’ll see you in hell, child!” Hunter snarled, driving his claws into my chest and ripping out my heart.