Weak Demon Hunter の小説・ストーリー

I smiled and told them that I was also going to have a set of twin daughters and they both told me to shut my mouth before their master heard but congratulated me just the same. "If you ever get your papers come and work for me, I like you both," I said sincerely and they both grinned slightly at me as we walked towards Drorzon's home. Neither of them knocked and simply walked straight into the house of their master. I heard him before I saw him. Drorzon was a large ugly bastard with huge black horns that curled around his head through his black shaggy hair. His orange goat eyes narrowed at me once I came into his view. "He didn't kill my sweet mate, I know that bitch with the blade did. I r

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

Melo let out a low whistle as they read the text displayed on the virtual screen. "Never thought the White Clan could pull out this kind of pathetic game. But I salute them for setting up this kind of stunt." "But I pity them, no matter how flawless their defense system is, the rats still managed to breach them." Jordan replied at Melo statement. "Of course. We are the god of underground world, the city doesn't make an exemption of it. We can easily breach their security system and outnumbered them." Sam said as he came behind them wearing an evil smirk. He was holding a whip on his hand as his weapon for slaughtering the criminals and the warrior underneath.

We paused for some minutes, letting silence evaporate the atmosphere around us. "Have you ever thought of the hunters being scared of us?" She asked, breaking the silence. I shrugged, pretty sure they wouldn't. They've got this mind of finding demons, why would they be scared of them? "No. They wouldn't, would they?" I replied with a question. "The hunters are just as weak as mere humans. They prove strong with their weapons. They knew Demons weren't in Acacia, they just wanted to play games. Games Acacia had to lose. "

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

“I’m not sure. But I’ve always been good at winging it, and I haven’t died yet. That’s my plan, you know. Don’t die.” Evander lets out a sigh that mirrors Lucas’s expression. “Fine. Let’s do this.” * “We’re hunters.” Ricky shakes his head. “We don’t hide from demons. We hunt them.” “You don’t hunt demons like this,” I press. “Regular lower-level demons typically don’t have powers. These demons do.” I motion to Lucas. “It took both of us to take down a few scrappers. Those are usually a one-and-done kind of take downs.” “Lower-level?” Tom questions, brows pinching together.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

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.

But that doesn't make them weak. They are the most powerful men of my tribe: Devin, the grumpy red fire demon. Saluki, the dark blue demon who can read minds. Haze, the water demon with eyes that glow blue. And the last hunter is Ringo, who never looks the same due to his shape-shift abilities. "Devin, Saluki, Haze, and Ringo, what brings you here?" The four of them exchange a look, and then they grimace. No one says anything, and I lift a questioning eyebrow. I glance between them, and Devin, the one who is the bravest, steps forward.

The first hunter, recovered from my initial redirect, launched an attack but hesitated when my planted doubt made him question the approach. Through our resonance, Damian felt what I was doing and immediately exploited the confusion. He moved through the disrupted formation like a predator through scattered prey, his enhanced capabilities overwhelming opponents who'd lost their tactical cohesion. One hunter tried to grapple him, using enhanced strength to immobilize. Damian's near-invulnerability made the hold ineffective, and his counter-throw sent the man crashing through the control center's reinforced window. The safety glass spiderwebbed but held, the hunter sliding unconscious to the f