Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

Sierra piped up. The demon groaned. “Oh, not you again.” Sierra cocked her head to one side. “You’re not as scary as I imagined, either.” Mera rolled her eyes. “Stop flirting, Sie. Let’s just get this over with.” “Ugh, I agree.” The demon cracked its knuckles. “I know your sort. Hunters, right? Send me back down below if that’s what you’re planning. I’ll find my way back up soon enough.”

Ruben questioned, turning to look at Kat with a curious look. “No…” Boglan continued to talk. “…he agreed the contract, adding his conditions, only after he had first spoken to me, but that deal was done through a Deal Demon, a soul hunter that was ordered by Lord Basille to find adequate evil tainted souls for his domain. All requests go through me.” Boglan followed Ruben’s glance and when Ruben looked back he saw the demon’s eyes flash with delighted surprise as he licked his lips with a long blue tongue, his eyes settling on Kat. “Bastetia…what are you doing here?” Boglan looked at Ruben with renewed interest. “Why do you have the Overlords favourite pet with you, she is supposed to be in

But now that he had, it terrified him, recalling how much they had lost because of these monsters … the true monsters. His eyes searched their surroundings and found no one else. The hunter came by himself, he observed, while the other hunters had yet to arrive. He could still pull this off with the help of Fetyr. “And who do you think you are?” spat Fetyr, glaring at the hunter. “I am Akim, a Crusade Hunter from Shavath. You demons have trespassed in our lands, which would mean your deaths are at hand. My team is already on their way … but there’s no need for them to come here.”

“I’m going to search for her. Let’s go.” She falters for a moment, her legs becoming unsteady. “Are you okay?” I ask. Her lips tighten for a moment. “They’ve been injecting me with demon blood. It makes me weak, but it should wear off soon.” “Why does demon blood make you weak?” I ask curiously. I really need to learn more about what I am. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get out of this situation long enough to learn. She quirks a brow. “We’re Hunters. Demon blood is our weakness. It’s how it has always been.”

“She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.” I stopped, looking at him with shock. “Really?” I started laughing. “She has no idea what she’s getting into, does she?” Earl shook his head. “I think we need to take this one seriously,” he said. “She’s the best out there. Took out Danny Elliot yesterday.” I was impressed. Danny Elliot was a bad wolf who took great pleasure in stealing as much money from humans as he could. There were rumors he would torture them a little if they were reluctant to “invest” in him.

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colours, his weakness evident to his bosses the heightened their force. He dodges the strike of a smart rogue, maybe not so smart as he clamps his face with his rough hands, crushing his bones, his claws dishing deep into his face. He aims for the one he suspects to be the master, his mask has feathers and his physique is larger. Mid-way, he realises it is a wrong decision. He is too weak to indulge the leader, what if his brothers are weaker?

Ripping my hands away from the hunters below me I drop their throats to the ground, punching another full force sending him sailing through the air. Ripping another's jaw out he drops dead and I snatch his sword from the ground, launching it through the air killing 4 in one go. Taking notice of the hunters still running towards me I let stelah take control, especially when a familiar roar of anger and pain split the air in half. Black entered my vision blinding me, but I could feel the death of those around me through my demon. My love for angel would distract me, stelah has currently taken control of my body so I don't get myself injured.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.