Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

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.”

Hunter looked around again, and I realized he was nervous and tense. "What's wrong?" I straightened, wincing at the stitch in my side. Hunter glanced at me with a frown. "We're alone, in a jungle full of deadly, magical demons. And neither of us have any power to defend ourselves with." "Oh." Well, yeah, okay. Putting it that way, I guess the jungle of the Half World was pretty dangerous. And we ran out of camp without any weapons or back up. "Yeah, 'oh'." Hunter ran a hand through his hair, the Reinhardt pendant tied to his wrist sparkled in a rare beam of light that filtered down from above. "Sorry. Don't worry about it, I shouldn't have said anything. I just..."

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

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.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.