Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

I stormed into my study and slammed the door shut behind me. I leaned up against it and then slid down to sit on the floor, burying my face in my hands. “You’re weak,” the demon said. “She was right there. We could have had her.” “Shut up!” I bellowed. “You almost killed her, Xavier,” my wolf growled at me, full of disgust and shame. “We are dangerous.” “That’s the idea, isn’t it?” the demon said, laughing. “More fear. More power. They all deserve to die.”

“We were just walking down the deck after killing the demon you couldn’t.” “I thought they were demons,” the other hunter spits out. “This place has been crawling with demonic energy for the last few days. And after seeing that…that thing by the gate I didn’t think it was possible for humans to still be alive in here.” “You’re lucky it was just us.” I turn away from Lucas to stare daggers at Mr. Shoot First, Aim Later. “Demons occupying the place or not, innocent humans could have been here.” The hunter messed up, and he knows it. He was freaked out and let his emotions get the best of him. He cradles his wrist to his chest and gives Easton a dubious look.

His gaze was hard, holding the dark, simmering violence of a demon protective of his treasure. “Fuck off.” I smacked his hand away, though the demon barely flinched. Dante heaved a sigh, before dropping onto the couch beside Mel. His obsidian eyes drifted to her, softening instantly from granite to clay, before snapping back to me with renewed hardness. “At least try and keep some level of sobriety for when your Hunter gets here. She should be here any moment.” The Hunter. The bane of my existence. The ghost that haunted my blood.

“Whoa, whoa. Healer? I ain’t no healer.” Amy laughed so heartedly, she infected Trisha, while I blinked like an idiot, waiting for some kind of answer. “You? Not a healer?” Amy repeated, and another fit of laughter interrupted her. “Are you dumb? You’ve pretty much brought Kujo back to life, and made a low demon want to be good and feed on nice things! How are you not a healer!” “Because he’s not a demon,” I replied stubbornly. “That’s the mistake everybody makes when it comes to him. He’s just an overgrown… worm, crawler, whatever.”

He commented, although, as had been the case from the moment he'd seen Declan Valiant bleeding in Corinne's arms, Hunter couldn't help but think that Diego hadn't bothered to check out all the commotion until it was too late “They want to destabilize and target us, but we can do that too. Their leader has a weakness, and I will use it against him.” "What do you mean?" she asked, worried, and, more than ever, Hunter knew it would be best to spare her the details. “You’ll know soon enough.” He kissed her again, now letting her settle in his lap as he pulled the tray with her breakfast closer “Now, open your mouth. I don’t plan on leaving this room anytime soon, and using this time, first, to f

Hunter closed his eyes with a lopsided grin on his lips as he swore to himself, “After I take care of his brother, I am going to personally kill Zayn Cardinal and tear his limbs apart...Ouch! What is that for, Mother?!” “What an insolent brat.” The old woman hit him a few more times, making sure to aim his wounds as he flinched in pain before she finished healing him. “Do you still think you are living in the past where you used to get everything done your way? Do not provoke those men if you still want to keep your life, Hunter.” Hunter gritted his teeth, enduring the healing process until she was finished. “You know how much I love a challenge, Mother. This time, I am going to teach those

But The Reaper knew that returning thee she-wolf back would kickstart his true plans for the pack! But first’s thing first was dealing with Hunter. “Give up, little boy.” He was suspended in the air by his dark powers. “You saw how I dealt with your friends back in the Dark Valley, play with me and I will crush you in seconds.” Hunter, despite being held in the grip of The Reaper's dark powers, refused to show fear. His eyes glowed with determination as he retorted, "I won't let you harm Lin or anyone else. You may have defeated others, but I'm not just a 'little boy.' I've trained for this moment, and I won't back down."

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha