Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

“Alpha Damien, Hunter has arrived.” It’s Sierra. What a great timing. And I meant that sarcastically. Hunter is famously known as the best warrior trainer in all of the United States. When I was on my three-day vacation I realized that Catherine needs to develop her warrior skills so she could fulfill her role as the Luna of Blood Moon Pack. Furthermore, I figured she’d be able to use it to defend herself effectively in case I wasn't there to protect her. That would prevent any more problems in the near future.

"I don't... Hm... I have no idea what you're suggesting, foreigner.” He arches his left eyebrow. "I'm paid to meet women, girl.” "Does that make you an expert, demon?” I squeeze, landing my hands on my waist. Hunter follows the movement with his eyes. "I demand to know if you have committed a crime.” Hunter opens a gentle smile, and I can't feel less deserving of something as much as I feel now. "I didn't kill anyone.” "So what's the problem?” Not bothering to answer, he leans back on the head of the bed and bends his arms behind his head, his muscles swelling in his biceps.

Anything could kill them because of this weakness at the time He placed it under the shade of the tree, smiling, staring at the deer that was quietly walking in front of them "Come on, my hero," she shrieked, laughing under his breath He walked very slowly towards her. He didn't have any hunting materials, so he had to try this time with his hand Before his wolf was marched from the hunt, no Zen! With the help of his big sharp fangs On March's biography, Lann passed out! Despite the awakening of theirMate

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

He twisted, jumped, and dodged—bullets brushed against his clothing but never struck flesh. Then, from the shadows emerged hunter Damien, his blades shining in the dim light. He attacked without hesitation, each blow aimed to kill. Lennox effortlessly countered the strikes, his claws clashing with steel and sending sparks flying with each impact. Damien gritted his teeth, sweat streaming down his face. “He’s strong,” he panted between attacks. “Definitely one of the higher ranks.” His voice hardened, tinged with anger. “Tell me—did you kill my son?”

Who knew how long I was going to be in this dark, smelly place without food or water. "Mother, please give me strength," I whispered slowly, trying to comfort myself, for I knew this was just the beginning of my journey. ...... "The girl, how's she?" A young man with stricken features asked as he adjusted himself on his chair. He was dressed in a black suit, which made him look like the devil. Damian was a hired mercenary, a merciless killer who had been trained for years to skillfully eliminate important figures in society. Merely looking at him, he appeared human, but being trained in the laboratory made him stronger, as he had undergone a series of experiments since he was a child.

The whole city spreads down beneath us, dozens of cars speeding by. If I am to drop the guy, he’s getting squashed and I have every intention of letting my hand go. “Looking at our wives like that means you are inviting death to your door.” Hunter says darkly, the dark look in his eyes exposes his other side- the dark and dangerous side that no one dares cross. “I am sorry!” The man yells painfully as I slam him harder, the night breeze tousles his dark hair and the satisfaction of watching him feels so fucking good.

[Max’s POV] Damen has a great point. Only a few times in the history of our shared lands has any hunter demon breached our borders. This is not a coincidence, and for it to be at the club, so close to the four of us. “Let’s send out some scouts to track the hunter down. We will need at least two scouts from each of our packs, lairs, and covens on this mission,” I instruct with a hint of concern in my voice. “I agree. I think we should have Gia and her son meet with Trinton for a reading of her potential abilities as well,” Damen requests. Trinton is the high warlock of Saint Paul. He is a magnificent being with strong psychic abilities. He and his coven are also highly trusted allies to our

I groaned, finally feeling like I was doing something to keep those I loved and cared for safe! "Do you know who it was?" HE asked casually as the sound of typing filtered through the line. "The place stinks of demons," I suggested, knowing I would pique his interest. "Shit! I am coming too. I have never killed a demon, but I am dying to try!" A small smile played at the corner of my lips at his choice of words, but I knew him better than I knew most people. He liked to kill, and this hunt would be just the thing to get his juices going.