The Huntress Dbd Novels & Stories

What's your name ? --Cassandra. (I answered shyly) -- You have a beautiful name. (Said Inès) -- Thank you for the compliment but where am I? (I asked) -- It's normal for you to ask questions. So, I'm going to answer you honestly without being hypocritical. My brother and I are werewolves. (Said Inès)

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

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.

The man putting the poultice on her stomach said. He carefully helped her sit up, wrapping bandages around her stomach. She looked down and realized that her breasts had been modestly covered by the cloak she had been given, and it relaxed her. "Who beat you?" The cold voice came from the man who was glaring at her, his eyes filled with rage. "M-my brother, Seth." Her voice was weak and raspy, but she did her best to talk clearly. "I-I don't even know your names." "I'm Glen. I'm the healer and herb specialist for the Hunters." The man wrapping her abdomen said, bowing his head. "And he is Liam. He forgets proper manners sometimes, but once he warms up to you, you won't notice."

*Roar* The banshee could only watch helplessly as Mane slapped towards its head. Mane’s left leg which had delivered the stamp was still on the banshee’s feet to keep it in place. The slap reached the banshee in a fraction of a second, and its head was forcefully torn off. Mane then turned to Dan and said, pleased with his harvest: “Now that was a hunt.”

I yelled and tried to attack her with the broken glass She disappeared and reappeared behind me "Tsk tsk, little girl you are really funny, trying to attack a demon with a glass,! "She said and immediately all the broken glasses on the ground raised up to her command My heart went pounding in shock Was this real or a dream!!! Her lips track into a demonic smile "Welcome to hangur huntress! "She said and all the glass immediately moved to my direction I closed my eyes tightly expecting death when I heard a familiar voice yelling at me

Doc say I need to rest, and Jared leans down and kisses my forehead, “don’t scare me like that again, okay?” and they leave me alone. I lie here listening to the damn beeping from the heart monitor. How did I get here? Why is this my life, constantly fighting against the evil in this world? I dream of a normal life, to be a normal seventeen-year-old, go to school, date, go to a fu**ing mall to shop, not kill a**holes. But that is not my destiny. I am Paige Amelia Stevenson. I am a Huntress, born to protect humans and stop Supernatural uprisings. When the gods decided to create their children and infuse them with supernatural powers, The goddess Baset decided to rebalence the power structure

I say in a low breath but he says nothing. He places warm, open-mouthed kisses on my neck causing my body to scream with pleasure, “You are saying no but your body is saying yes me venatrix.” he lets out a low growl as his hands untie the front of my crop top exposing my bra underneath. {My huntress} I turn around slowly, Kye's eyes dancing with lust. I take a step towards Kye, not losing eye contact between us two as I stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his lips.

For the first time, it’s not dread I feel, but anticipation. “Ready to train?” I ask, and my voice is stronger than I expect—a strength in it that is not just mine. Edward bows dramatically, sweeping his arm. “Lead the way, Huntress.” After an hour, my muscles burn in the best possible way. The Orion swords are different from anything I’ve practiced with. I can wield them individually, but when I connect them again they lock into place with a satisfying magnetic snap and become a single, slightly curved, double-edged weapon.

The two henchmen and the hunters at the bar gazed in amazement at Dante's strength. "You bastard!" One of the henchmen yelled. "That's enough," A sudden interruption broke the tension-filled air, and from the shadows emerged a woman, a vision of fierce beauty, a Lycan Huntress whose presence commands attention. With long, flowing black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, she exuded an aura of mystique and danger as she walked in slow majestic strides toward Dante. Her obsidian locks were dark as the night itself, contrasting strikingly against her flawless alabaster complexion. The lights glimmered off her pale skin, enhancing the exotic allure that captivates all who dar