Demon Hunter: The Chosen One

Demon Hunter: The Chosen One

Cynthia Vespia

Demon Hunter

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Do you know what horrors lie beyond these pages? Costa Calabrese has just uncovered the truth about his past. Some truths should never be revealed. When you learn you’re the son of the worlds foremost and feared hunter of demons, life’s rules inevitably change. Now Costa has been chosen to walk in his famed father's footsteps and take up the role his bloodline demands of him...whether he wants to or not. He is a killer of killers, laying waste to the scourge of evil that threatens the existence of mankind. He is the chosen one. He is the Demon Hunter.

PUBLISHED BY: Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-246-8
CATEGORIES: Vampires / Werewolves, Action/Adventure, Fantasy, Paranormal
KEYWORDS: demon hunter, demons, dark fantasy, horror, romance, vampire



COPYRIGHT Cynthia Vespia/2009

Slowly, perhaps foolishly, I peeled back one of the heavy doors and peered inside. At first sight it looked as though it were a simple dinner party. Both men and women filled a long table drinking red wine and carrying on with laughter. As I looked again I found it to be a most disturbing vision.

‘Twas not wine that they drank but blood, tapped from the neck of a poor soul by some crude device that resembled a spout. He hung upside down and they drained him into their cups until he went pale.

I shuddered to think of such torture. These beings truly were soulless and they needed to be halted in their scavenging of human life. Looking out over the table all of them were merrily distracted in their gluttony. My eyes scanned each face seeking the one who would make the best target to start with as I silently loaded my crossbow.

I turned to motion behind me for Paralay and Talisa to arm themselves, thankful that I had led them in and they had not endured the shock of the sites I had seen. Most likely that display alone would’ve sent them running for the exit.

As I turned back to the vampire dinner party I felt my own urge to flee. Sitting in one of the cushioned back chairs, goblet of wine in hand, and staring direct towards me was Lord Lecarde.

He winked at me, drained the remainder in his goblet, and in a flash that hideous countenance was a breath away from my own face. He moved with lightening-like speed, tearing open the door he caught me by the cloak and pitched me inside the room.

I came up overhead and landed back first upon the dining table. The vampire lot made a unanimous hissing sound, abandoned their goblets to the ground, and came over me to feed on the new blood that hand been handed to them like a gift.

Luckily for me I was not alone in this quest. My companions came to my aide immediately, jumping into the fray and pulling the vampires off of me before any real damage could be inflicted.

With the pack off of me I tried to shake the senses back into my noggin. My head pounded. When my eyes focused once again I found that I was directly underneath the vampires hapless victim as he swung to and fro from the ceiling fixtures. They’d not time to cork the spout as his neck before the altercation had erupted so fresh blood dripped down and began pooling across my shirt and chest. It was warm and thick. This unnerved me to no end. I quickly shifted from the table top and found myself once again facing Lord Lecarde.



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