Weak Demon Hunter Novels & Stories

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

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.

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.

I smiled and told them that I was also going to have a set of twin daughters and they both told me to shut my mouth before their master heard but congratulated me just the same. "If you ever get your papers come and work for me, I like you both," I said sincerely and they both grinned slightly at me as we walked towards Drorzon's home. Neither of them knocked and simply walked straight into the house of their master. I heard him before I saw him. Drorzon was a large ugly bastard with huge black horns that curled around his head through his black shaggy hair. His orange goat eyes narrowed at me once I came into his view. "He didn't kill my sweet mate, I know that bitch with the blade did. I r

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

Melo let out a low whistle as they read the text displayed on the virtual screen. "Never thought the White Clan could pull out this kind of pathetic game. But I salute them for setting up this kind of stunt." "But I pity them, no matter how flawless their defense system is, the rats still managed to breach them." Jordan replied at Melo statement. "Of course. We are the god of underground world, the city doesn't make an exemption of it. We can easily breach their security system and outnumbered them." Sam said as he came behind them wearing an evil smirk. He was holding a whip on his hand as his weapon for slaughtering the criminals and the warrior underneath.