A Candle in the Darkness The scales have fallen from your eyes.
A fire is lit: is it a lamp perched over the inscription upon an ancient blade? Or a roaring conflagration consuming the house in which the howling fiends wait?
Things will never be the same after this. You’ve set forth on a damning path.
Carry the Vigil.
Fight back the shadows. Hunter: The Vigil includes:... [click here for more]
We share similar shadows. But that doesn’t mean we’re the same. They still have to die.A second time.A final time.They die by the flame. That way, both of us see the light, if only for a moment.
This book for Hunter: The Vigil includes:
• An intense look into how the timeless Vigil and the immortal vampires come together in an... [click here for more]
Hunting Under the Full Moon The night is full of beasts — beasts that walk as men and women, that prey on those who stray from the herd, that hunger for blood and flesh when the moon rises. We will not be the sheep to these wolves. We will hunt the wolves ourselves. A Chronicle Book for Hunter: The Vigil™ • A Hunter’s look at shapeshifters: those who form... [click here for more]
Most mortals turn away from the darkness that preys upon them, going about their lives in despair of the Damned and the evils they visit upon the world. But a precious few wage a personal war to shine light on those shadows and diminish them, like solitary candles shining in the night. The path of the hunter is lonely and fraught with danger, at once beset by the monsters they hunt and looked upon... [click here for more]
I'm going to assume you've never been here before. It's all right, that's to be expected. Not many people have, you know? I mean... not many people like yourself. People with heartbeats. Everybody else, though - they all come here. A lot of them are still around. You know how some people day the best way to deal with an enemy is to outlive him? That's good advice most of the time. But right about... [click here for more]
What would I be, if God wanted me to be something different? I would be whatever God saw fit to make me.
I would be a crow picking at the bones of the dead. I would be a worm nestled in the heart of my enemies.
I would be a faceless angel. I would be a rabid wolf. I would be a broken mirror.
But make no mistake, my children.
Whatever God sees fit for me, one thing will never change. I will... [click here for more]