Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements

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.”

“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 said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.

“This is where your progress during the Demon Hunter Trials will be recorded. The leaderboard contains everything you need to know. It will be synced to your tracker at all times and within all realms. Lose it and you will be disqualified, effective immediately.” “There are five kinds of demons in total, each ranked from lowest to highest,” Aamon continues, still pacing with his hands behind his back. “The first level are known as fledglings. These demons are not very powerful and can be disposed of with weapons. The second level, however, is resistant to weapons, even silver bullets and blades, and must be eradicated using magical items.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an