Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

Caroline remembered Colton killing supernatural creatures with his sword and beheading their head into two pieces. He had tattoos all over his body, not that he made it out of fashion. It was because he was chosen to be a hunter. A lot of humans train to be a hunter, but not everyone is chosen. At the same time, the chosen hunters had their own disadvantages. They always have the urge to kill vampires, werewolves, or other creatures. Because the more they kill, the stronger they become.

He became unconscious in an instant. “N-No… D-Dad…” Leila heard Hunter utter weakly. And no matter how much Leila wanted to help Alpha Hudson, she couldn’t leave Hunter. She was still trying to stop his bleeding wound. For a short while, Vito became so unstoppable. Samael and the betas of the Moon Howlers Pack were no match for him. He could easily throw them away – and even gave them a critical hit. If this continues, Leila knew that they were all doomed.

I’m certain the human in front of me is a mercenary. “This is my first time in this wonderful park! Now, come and let me enjoy this thrill!” I take a step back. I know it. This man can kill me. My gut instincts scream that same litany over and over. He takes a lasso and whips the sandy beach beside him. I groan. He’s a mage hunter, worse than a simple human hunter. The silver whip he’s holding is something that can inflict pain on a werewolf. One whip is all it will take and it will siphon us of our strength.

She had a feeling that was what Myla was getting at. “Myla, it's not like I don't believe or know how strong you've become, I'm your mother and I can't help but worry about you. That demon wolf is ruthless and doesn't have sympathy. I mean, look at how he treated your kindness, I don't want you getting hurt" Myla frowned at the thought. She had really thought he was good but she was wrong all along. “Mother,being a good hunter is about taking risks and I swore to you, Dad and myself that I would defeat the demon wolf and I'm ready now. I'm not taking no from an answer mother, not this time around" Ruth frowned then glanced at Noah and Luane.

Akihiko was shocked on seeing the kid speak that way to the man in front of him and he says- “Kids aren’t supposed to talk to elders that way! Shame on you! And what kind of parent are you, letting your child talk like that?” They both start laughing on hearing him say that and the man says- “He isn’t my kid… He’s just a brat who works with me.” “Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.”

"I just want to look. I used to help my mom out in her vet clinic. I don't know much, but we should at least stop the bleeding." Kaylee smiled a little, and continued her murmuring and petting the demon's fur. The growling stop, but its weary and resigned look did not let up as Hunter made his way over and knelt next to them. "Shh, there we go." He reached forward gently, stroking its fur as Kaylee was doing, keeping his voice a soft whisper as he continued to talk, looking the wound over. It was hard to make out exactly what Hunter was looking at from where I stood, but it didn't take long to see that his hands quickly became covered in the demon's blood as well. "I'm going to need a couple

He could feel his wolf being on edge, sensing something that was terribly wrong in this castle. “Maybe he is the best whore in the town?” Starvos questioned. He appeared beside Dominic, taking the arrow which he had just taken from one of the dead sorcerer and tried to harm his hand. He frowned seeing how he bleed and how the small wound didn’t disappear even though their healing ability was even stronger than the healing magic of a sorcerer. “Perhaps,” Dominic lifted his shoulders together. The man gritted his teeth, “I am a werewolf hunter, David! I killed many of you and I know your weakness better than anyone. I am doing the God’s chore, helping the poor humans from the deadly threaten f

I am pretty sure that this young woman must have been tired of how deeply my eyes had been burning into her face. She looked bored, almost completely expressionless as she kept on twirling with the weird looking pocket knife in her hands. She paused and looked up at me. Her eyes cold with a deep void that could almost be missed. "You said she was infected by a demon's venom. If that's the case then how can you save her?" " Like i said. I am a hunter, or huntress or whatever you would like to call it. I've spent most of my entire life hunting and studying demons..."

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.