Weak Demon Hunter Romane & Geschichten

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

But he was so powerful and strongly rooted in his spot that I couldn't make him budge, let alone drag him out. When I looked up at Hunter's face, color drained out of my body and coldness filled me. He was smirking with red eyes, face trembling from his attempt to stay physically dormant so as to not pound on Tyler, and his hatred for him dripping from his smirk. "Dogs mark their territories. Demons don't." He said in a voice edged with steel and my heart jumped to my throat. This Hunter was far different from the one who was talking to me earlier. The old Hunter made me emotional. His voice was anguish stricken. As though he was regretting. His face was contorted with sorrow and his fingers

It was up to her to stall the demon. “Do not anger me, woman. I am far more powerful than that one who claims you. An unknown upstart who believes he is a hunter. I know every hunter and this one has no reputation. I am an ancient. Do not think he can save you.” He didn’t know who Alexander was. She held that realization to her. It was ammunition, might have shock value when she needed it most. His head was beginning to move from side to side, a slow reptilian motion that was curiously hypnotic.

The muzzle of my hunting rifle was aimed at the two demons. "The perpetrators of kidnapping and killing the werewolves around Terrasen recently were you, right?" My voice was flat and cold. "And I think you are also part of the pack that is constantly hunting and chasing Pack Werner." One of the demons showed its face after licking the blood of the dead werewolf on the floor. "You should have just shot us without asking, damn hunter!" The demon showed its fangs sticking out of its wide-opened mouth. They don't even have the corners of their lips because their jaws are wide open.

"What do you suggest we do?" Damon walked over to the window and gazed out at the city skyline. "We need to enlist the help of some powerful allies. I know some people who could help us, but they won't come cheap." I frowned. "What do you mean? Who are these people?" Damon turned to face me. "They're a group of mercenaries. They specialize in taking down supernatural threats. They're called The Hunters, and they're the best in the business. But they don't come cheap, and they only take on jobs that are worth their time."

Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose. His dual nature became an ever-present torment. He found himself torn between the memories of a life he cherished and the reality of the darkness that threatened to consume him. The demon's whispers grew louder, urging him to surrender, to give in to his true nature. But in the depths of his being, a flicker of resistance burned, a small flame of hope that refused to be extinguished.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

"Your powers are manifesting, boy. You are a combination of human, hunter, daemon and vampire. Have you wondered why your blood is so delicious for your monster friends? Why the goddess went for your human heart? You are the rarest kind of Hunter. It's time for you to take your place as a Hunter." Without giving him any warning, I jerked his leg, causing him to lose his balance. As soon as he hit the ground I climbed over him, raising my fist for a punch but he caught me off guard against when his fist ran into my jaw. A second later I was beneath him and he was above, ramming his fist into my face over and over again. Without mercy. "Jackson!" Mom screamed. "You will kill him." Dad stopped.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.