Adultlangauge Stories

Earth is hell's playground, the humans and animals toys made just for demons. No one stands up, no one can-surrounded, outnumbered, and not even knowing how to kill the savages roaming the world, they couldn't do anything but hope. Yet, even that was fading-and fast. That is, until "Red Shadow" came along. Quick as a snake, silent and invisible as a shadow, the hunter became much more than a symbol of hope and a granted prayer: they became a demon hunter.

I'm no stranger to unwavering devastation. The breaking of hope and unwavering damnation. I've been through hell and back. The world that I believe to be so clear. So devastating beautiful full of love and hope. Yet in the end it was a dream. A false dream of life that was forever ripped away from me. To many I'm seen as weak, tiny, and someone that only needs to submit to what people believe. There first mistake is underestimating me............until now... The three ghosts the devils of the underground. Wyatt Vladimir, Ty Locked, and Artemis Stone. The names that control the shadows. There legacy and names that provide caution. Make many of there enemies wither to the ground with tails tucked between in fear. The grip over their territory harsh, unpredictable, unforgiving, and gripped so tightly. Yet now I've came across their Radar. A mystery they want to unravel, to play, and bend to their will. Well unfortunately for them I'm not some helpless omega they can toy with. Because I bite with the intent to draw blood....or to bring Unfortunate Ruin