AlchimeraTheGoddes

(Book 1 of Hunter Fantasy)

The  Bloodline of Angelina fox is endangered

She is cursed to become a neutral, an immortal after the massive death in her coven

Never letting her chose of which plane (Hell or Heaven) she can be in the afterlife

Being the last demon hunter & becoming an immortal, she used her new abilities to hunt those demons down after they killed her whole family

She seeks to destroy Lucifer, The Prince of Demons for centuries

To finally being able to have her revenge for her family, 

She also has to save her sister & this so called Black Witch trapped in a ship filled with Demons, the Bride Of Death

But Her Destined Mates always gets in her way leaving her no choice to choose;


If it is war she need or love she wants...



Warning: there are some chapters restricted only 18+ are allowed if you could not handle death and violation, then maybe sexual activities

A Story Of a Neutral

They heard someone clapped that made their attention snap towards the source of the sound, they saw it was the French Butler who is grinning ear to ear that is so unnerving, it almost looked like a sinister smile & there is something off about him that they couldn't quiet put a finger on.


"Bravo! Bravo!" The French Butler said still grinning widely "You defeated the Hell Hounds, my master admire both of your courage, you are both free to leave" he added with a straight proper English that shocked both of them


Then with a flick of his wrist both of the dead Hell Hounds turned to ashes & was blown off by the wind leaving no traces of it, Angelina once again tightened her hands around her sword, preparing of what might to come if this is a trap or not.


"Angelina, let's go..." Whispered Wilston, who is by far fear is etched in his face


Poor guy, no creature of the night will fear the Hell Hounds & probably Death himself, Angelina thought


"That's right, my dear, you should also fear the Death himself!" The French Butler said mockingly then She gave him her famous baleful look


"Angelina, what is he talking about?" Asked Wilston making her almost roll her eyes,


Such a dumb werewolf! a snarky voice commented in her head


"Stop getting in my head, Death" I spat his name with venom making him grin, she is mad for calling her friend dumb even though there's a slight truth in it


On occasional times, She met Death whenever She found the island of souls, but it will only be gone after She defeated him or not even making a deal with him.


The French Butler—or Death, slowly change himself into his true form, black mist slowly surrounded his body like a veil licking its way to all of parts of his body, & finally showed his real form.


It's real that he wears cloak & carries his scythe all the time, but the truth is nobody truly sees his face, only if your dying or actually died they met their Fate, which is Death himself.


"Angelina, let's go... The sun is rising..." Whispered Wilston


"I'm not going anywhere..." Angelina replied filled with determination


I still have to save my— She was cut off by her own thoughts


When suddenly Death appears in front of them wearing with his signature smirk, if possible. But still nonetheless, They can feel him grinning at them.


"How bout we make a deal, dear Angelina?" He said from which she knew where this is going to


Is that desperation I hear? Or is it just me? Angelina thought & looked at Wilston who wore the same confused expression, but nonetheless he still detected it


Escaping With An Idiot 0.2