100 Novel(s) Related To Hunter X Hunter Quotes

I try to move but Xavier tightened his grip on my shoulder. "Stay." He whispered harshly in my ear and turned to Henry. "Like I said she's not your slave, if you want to order someone, order one of your dump followers." "Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Henry snarled. "Xavier Hunter." He replied simply. "I can talk to you however I want, you're not some god that I will bow down and respect. Oh and not all people that wears glasses are nerds."

he asked again, his curiosity heightened. Hunter smiled, took a quick glance at Bobb and said, “To kill the enemy, you must be like him.” “Then I want the bite,” he said, not hesitating to say the words. “You should think about it,” Hunter said. “No!,” he sharply cut in. “My mind is made up!” “Once you have the bite…” “There is no going back, I know,” Bobb cut in again. “My mind is made up.” “So be it.”

He sighs before shoving them inside his mouth. "What do I do?" "Get lost", Hunter replies without skipping a beat making me chuckle. Oh, and call me psychic from now on.

“I learned to do that after that day. But, I learned a valuable lesson from that punishment, which had nothing to do with the punishment or the fact that my mother was angry that I doubted the elders' stories. That day I realized that all these wolves need something to lean on, in difficult times. Something, or someone, in whom they can place their hopes, other than a being of flesh and blood like me. So I never made the mistake of saying something so disrespectful out loud again.” “That makes it sound like you still think that way, you know.” Corinne pointed out, fascinated by how well she could imagine a little Hunter, questioning the pillars of his kind's story with that same firm expression he had as an adult. “Maybe I think…” he grumbled, annoyed “I’ve already had some proof that if the Moon God really exists, then he’s just a fun-loving bastard sending trials to others.” “Oh…” Corinne murmured, discreetly shrinking from the pain of knowing that perhaps the biggest trial he was facing lately was his marriage to her “I see… But, I agree with you about the part that everyone needs something in what to believe, to be able to keep hopes alive.”

'' Marline replied with anger building up in her voice. ''Just wait and see what your end is going to look like. The dogs will feed on your flesh Marline. No one is capable of living forever, regardless of how powerful they are.'' The witch hunter replied. Hundzai, the witch hunter, seemed not to be intimidated by Marline's look and words, despite the fact that she seemed more powerful than he was. He mustered all the strength he had in him, and staggered up. He made some mystical moves and chanted some words.

Silence swallowed the burning forest afterward except for heavy rain pouring above me. I stood there breathing hard while blood dripped slowly down my arm from the silver blade wound. The hunter’s final words repeated inside my head anyway. He loves us. That’s why you’ll die first. Rain stirred uneasily now. “You don’t believe them.” I looked toward the storm filled sky silently. Honestly? I didn’t know what to believe anymore.

I opened my mouth to tell Alec but stopped when Hunter’s laughter filled the hall. “I had heard that although you were the hothead of the family, you were also the smartest.” Hunter chuckled as he slowly pushed himself off the ground. “It seems like Zeke doesn’t know you at all.” “You have no right to mention Zeke. I still haven’t started on you for doing something to him!” Alec spoke through clenched teeth. Hunter stopped laughing as he stood up and spit blood on the ground. As he wiped the blood off his mouth, his eyes narrowed on Alec. Despite the power dampeners he wore, I felt a burst of energy come from him as he let out a low growl.

Laugh or cringe? "May I have my mate back please?" Hunter said as he put his hand in the middle of my back. "You need to rest, love," he whispered, and we both walked through the crowd. As soon as we passed the crowd, someone commented,"I don't get it, she doesn't prove to be a good luna, yet everyone seemed to worship her already. I'm much better than her to be a Luna, with the fact that I'm the best warrior this pack has."

Hunter, however, stood firm, ready to confront the embodiment of darkness that sought to derail his quest. In a sudden surge of determination, Hunter summoned the remnants of his shattered bond with Lin, drawing strength from the memories of their shared struggles and victories. The Reaper paused, sensing a glimmer of resilience in Hunter's stance. “You may have broken our bond, but the love we shared was real. No amount of darkness can erase that,” Hunter declared a spark of defiance in his eyes. The Reaper sneered, attempting to undermine Hunter's resolve. “Love is a weakness, a distraction. It won't save you from the challenges that lie ahead.”

Hunter’s grip did not slacken, nor did Hotuaekhaashtait’s hand creep forward, yet, inexorably, Hunter’s bare feet gouged furrows in the earth as he was pushed backwards. He could not understand it. He should not be this weak—even with the loss of blood. “You will not prevail Wu’squus, the night cannot aid you. You spoke truth when you said you could not harm me,” Hotuaekhaashtait said so that only Hunter heard. Words, words and more words that carried understanding but gave up no meaning. “Night no more aids me than it does you,” Hunter replied in the language of the Dine. The only indication that Hotuaekhaashtait was startled by Hunter’s ability to speak his language was Hotuaekhaashtait’s peaked brow.

A hunter and a vampire, protecting the innocent together. I flinched away as I recalled him saying, “I haven’t always been good. I get bored, or I get hungry, and then people die.” But it was a balm that followed those words: “I would stop, for you. I could help you take down a myriad of supernatural creatures. Darker ones, more dangerous ones, than I.” I felt the truth of it in my bones. I’d retorted something about honour, but I ignored my words and focused on his. I didn’t need to remember what I’d said to know exactly how I would have reacted.

Hunter says and I am wondering if that is a good thing or a bad thing because from what I know Hell Hounds burn just about everything they get in their sight. Hunter and Caleb are now looking at each other and I can tell they are communicating through their special link before they look at me and Hunter says, “Howl.” “What the Hell do I look like a dog?” I thought to myself but decided to give into their wants and see what would happen. As I began to howl flames shoot from my mouth and I quickly close my mouth not wanting to burn everything in sight. Okay not to blow my whistle but this has to be the coolest thing I ever could have imagined. It’s like having superpowers that are only found in kid’s comic books with superheroes.

Without city lights to dull them, they looked endless. “Wow…” I breathed. Hunter didn’t speak for a moment. Then, quietly, “I come out here when things get heavy. Stars don’t lie. They don’t change because someone’s hunting you or your world’s falling apart.” I glanced over at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice. “You sound like someone who used to wish on them,” I said softly. “I did,” he admitted. “A long time ago.” We both went quiet, staring up at the same sky, feeling the same silence. It wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. Safe, somehow.

I whispered. Quinn lifted her hand, palm hovering near my temple. “You want truth? Then see it.” Before I could move, she pressed her palm to my forehead. Flashes tore through my mind. Fire. Screams. The metallic taste of blood. A spear flashing under moonlight. Quinn’s arm raised, striking down a beast with glowing eyes and snarling fangs. I gasped and tore back, chest heaving. “What the heck was that?” Quinn’s voice was steady, cold. “That was the truth. I am a Wolf Hunter. And whether you like it or not—so are you.”

Something told me I had a role I was destined to play in these prophecies I had seen in the- Wait a second. I suddenly remembered a line that caught my attention in the journal. With a quick flick of my wrist, I reopened the book and flipped through it until my eyes landed on it. There. "Blood will always run through the hunter, but the hunted will never be the hunter. This will change in the time when the shadows and flickers begin to produce light together." What the hell does this mean?

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

"You might have the numbers, but we have something you'll never understand. Unity. We fight for a purpose greater than ourselves, and that gives us strength." The Hunter snorts. "Save your speeches for someone who cares, witch. You're just a pawn in a game that's already been won." I struggle to free my wrist, but it's no use. The Hunter's grip is too tight. "We'll never give up. We'll keep fighting until our last breath. And even then, our legacy will live on." The Hunter leans down, his face inches from mine. "Your legacy will be nothing but a footnote in the history books, a cautionary tale of what happens to those who dare to challenge us."

The voice began to loud each word it spoke to shoulder a different intensity of pain effect it held over Higgins, each one more defining than the last. A tear began to lead out, one that initiated its trailer a while back while he was in the tunnel. "No, I can't take an innocent life just to ease my own." Higgins boldly told down the voice, his wolf. "I can't do to someone what was done to me." "Then you aren't ready to have peace." His wolf declared. "I will haunt your every waking moment. I will show you the full curse of the moon because until you draw blood, nothing will remain the same." It added.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

“I can’t believe Gunnar would do something so despicable. The most productive wolves here are from the Woodland pack. His pack will suffer greatly without them.” “I can’t believe a racist Alpha rules this pack…” Xavier’s voice cracked. “And I can’t believe we are saying goodbye forever. To be honest, I don’t know if I can leave without you…” He trailed off, then added softly, “But I want to give you my favorite quote. Take it with you. Use it to remember me.” He smiled weakly, breaking Amber’s heart all over again. "Tell me,” she said, beaming through tears. “I would like to hear it.”