Possessed Hunter Novels & Stories

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

“I do also have someone above me. I have rules I have to follow.” It was going to be too much to tell Leo that one person had found out and was keeping it a secret because they owed him favors from their previous lives. Leo grasped his hand tightly and looked at him softly. “Well, thank you for taking the risk on me. I always thought you were a little strange so I am glad to have an explanation now.” “Do you still want to date me after finding out I am not human?” Nocturne questioned. “I spend every day of my life seeing dead people and collecting their souls.”

For a moment, he hesitated, but then he gave a reluctant nod before following my instructions. A rustling noise came from the trees, followed by the low growls of approaching wolves. I turned my head, and my blood ran cold. Their eyes gleamed with a savage hunger, their forms shifting between human and beast. One of them stepped forward, his lips curled into a cruel grin. Then, to my horror, he tossed something onto the ground. It was the driver’s cap—stained with blood. My stomach churned. "You killed him," I whispered. The man, who appeared to be their leader, smirked. "Of course. But don’t worry—we have something fun planned for you." His voice dripped with malice. "How about a little gam

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.

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.

It was the first genuine smile anyone had seen from him in weeks. Finally, after all this time, they had a lead. And this one felt different. Rico slowly stood to his full height, his pulse racing, his eyes darkened with anticipation. Then he exhaled. “Get everyone ready.” Bruno grinned. “Already done.” Rico grabbed his coat. At long last... the hunt was finally coming to an end. *** It was 12 a.m., dark and silent, and the night creatures seemed hungry for blood and violence. A cold wind swept across the large open field belonging to I Sette, causing coats and jackets to flutter softly. The moon hung high in the sky, casting pale light over the hundreds of armed men gathered below.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

“If something would have happened to you. I would’ve burned the world to the ground. The council would’ve had to send hunters to kill me.” She put her hands on my cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss. It was a quick kiss, but one filled with love. She looked in my eyes and all I saw was love. "I'm not going anywhere, we are bonded now, remember." I pulled her even closer to me, I didn't ever want to let her go. "I guess we will have to test and see what I can do now that I've transitioned into a hunter huh", she giggled at me. "Once your strength is back up then yes." She snuggled into my arms, and I just held her for a while.

But the direction changed, pointing towards me. When the shot rang out, I closed my eyes, waiting for the second shot. I knew that would disturb Logan's mind. I should've stayed quiet, but I only heard a grunt of anger from him. — I was going to let you live, you idiotic hunter! But you had to aim at her! His voice sounded unrecognizable, a furious and unique sound of a supernatural being, more powerful than any other. It seemed like a demon was possessing his body. — Sorry...