D.V. Wolfe

It’s ok. We can say it. Humans got shafted in the last apocalypse. Not exactly breaking news. But that doesn’t mean that we should be turning the apocalypse into a DIY project. What we thought was going to be a victory lap filled with take out food and putting our feet up in Messina turned...

It’s always nice when you get to pick your battles . . . Pick . . . Pick fewer battles. That’s too many, life. Put some back. Well, now that we’ve apparently broken the seal on all the downstairs baddies who are either coming upstairs to plot universal destruction or run around like it’s...

On a scale from zero to dumpster fire, I tend to hang out at the far, trash-burning end. But lately, things have been going eerily well. In the immortal words of my dad, hick poet-extraordinaire, "Just cuz the tall grass is hiding the shit, doesn’t mean it’s not there, waiting for you to...

While fate and karma are standing in the corner of the room giving me the stink eye, I might as well go all-out. They’re going to be jerks about it either way. Of course, I always expected to be at the front of the line when it came to leaving the party early. But sometimes, that’s not how...

Alright. I’m done dicking around. If I learned one thing in that warehouse in Ohio, it’s that time is short. Even shorter now, considering all the time I’d lost. With an occluded front promising a swarm of something on the horizon and armed with Rosetta’s leftovers, Noah and I were...

Still reeling from everything that had happened in Pennsylvania, Noah and I headed back to Rosetta’s for a regrouping session...well, and some fried chicken. Unfortunately, part of this regrouping happened to be with Gabe....

Messina, Noah, and I headed off to Chicago for a little TLC involving "stumping" some Vampires. While in the Windy City, the cannibals blew back into our path, and everything started going downhill from there....

When demons gather in their masses, it's time to put them on their asses. At least, that's what Noah and I decided after we finished up a whiskey-assisted hunt in Kentucky for one of the most ridiculous supers I've ever seen....

To say I sometimes run hot under the collar is a gross understatement. After what happened in Triton, I was a pissed off 500-pound gorilla with a pink fanny pack, a sawed-off, and a “can do or screw you” attitude. Now, I’m just looking for a visual aide to demonstrate my rage on and the...

When there are half-masticated bodies popping up on the radar, any hunter worth their salt will sit up and take notice. So, when they started showing up in Oklahoma, Noah and I beat cheeks back down there to try to recover what we lost....

After St. Louis, I knew it was time to seat the cannibal tribe in the "past tense" section of living. I mean, you just don't kidnap someone's demon accountant. That's just frickin' rude....

Always read the fine print. Especially when you’re making a deal with the devil. Because demons are sneaky bastards. That’s how they got me. Well, and the rest of my hometown. A few hours of what I asked for and then we were all dragged to Hell. Luckily, those jokes about lawyers and Hell...

For the last five years, I’ve been juggling Bane’s chaos circus—keeping the monsters at bay, the innocents breathing, and the lawn mowed (mostly)—I’ve fine-tuned my combo hunter/babysitter/Groundskeeper Willy gig into a chaos-fed daily grind.

Ok. That wasn’t what I was expecting. But, no one from that TV show Punk’d jumped out and told me they were just yanking my crank, so I guess I just have to go with it. Out of the frying pan and back into the hellfire. Figuratively, at the moment, but not for much longer and now I have a new...

Hell’s first work release program; killing monsters to save souls. With time running out, can she outrun her demons and save the day? If I had my own version of The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, it would be called The Ball sack and the Bandsaw. I know it’s not a perfect comparison, but both...

I’m sure that there are people in the world that dig riddles and puzzles and all that shit. But when you have less than a month before you check out permanently to take up residence in that big sauna in the pit, riddles aren’t as cute.