Summary

When 15 year old Tiffany heads out to Pandemonium Club in New York City, she  witnesses something that cannot be easily explained, a murder- committed by three teenagers with weird tattoos around their bodies and different weapons that were graceful yet cunning. The body of the boy disappears in to thin air. Tiffany questions everything, how did something so cruel happen in such a short time?

And that was her first encounter with the Dark Hunter, warriors or guardians that protect the world from Dark Worlders that covers most of the world. That was the first time she met Kyuhyun and she was immediately pulled in to his world against her own will, her mother disappears after a short time. She got attacked by demons.Why were demons interested in a normal human being like her? And how did Tiffany suddenly get the Sight? The only way out is the way in.

Preview

He clutched his blade to his chest, tightening his grip on it, making his bones seem more prominent. He rushed of towards the crowd of dancing maniacs but stop when yet the same thing caught his eyes. The girl pulled away from the crowd and slowly made her way towards him. He took a glimpse; she was beautiful, too beautiful for a human, a heavenly view. Her white milky skin glowed under the light, her long chocolate like hair hung low beneath her shoulders; her chocolate eyes looked like it was melting, hypnotizing. She wore a long white silk dress with a few traces of black lace on it, something that girls rarely wore these days. His eyes were attracted to ; a silver necklace was around her neck to which hung a blue pendant, it complimented her sharp yet gentle features. He narrowed his eyes to take a better look at it; it only took him a second. He knew that the pendant was real, real and precious, to that girl of course. He gaped slightly when the girl made way towards him, her body touching him slightly, and there, right now, at that moment, he could feel it, he could feel the blood pulsing, delicious red blood. His mouth watered as the deadly sinful smell still lingered on the tips of his nose, teasing his sanity. She turned around, and a playful smile was displayed on to her rosy lips, inviting him. He absentmindedly followed, knowing that death was on the tips of his lips; she couldn’t hurt him, at least, not yet.