199 Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

I asked. "Yeah. Remember to bring the hunter boy?." She asked, clicking her tongue together. "He is Stefan." I corrected her. "Yeah, Stefan. Okay I'll see you at 9, okay.." She said and walked away. I turned around and opened the door.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

They look at me with suspicion though. A man who looks like an older version of Zach steps forward. “I’m glad you made it back,” he says. “Though I was expecting that if you returned with anyone, it would be with Caden.” “I wasn’t able to find him,” Zach explains. “Though of course, I’ll keep looking.” “I appreciate that. In the meantime, who’s this?” he asks, eyeing me carefully. “This is Sasha,” Zach explains. I step forward. “I found her wandering the woods. Alone and scared. So, I helped her and brought her back here.”

Akira’s POV The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Hunter’s study. The room was filled with a calm, cozy silence, the aftermath of our intense night still lingering in the air. I lay there, tangled in Hunter’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine. We were both naked, our breaths heavy and in sync, as if our bodies were still attuned to each other. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his grip on me was tight, like he didn’t want to let me go.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

“Fuck…” Hunter growled through his teeth, clutching Corinne protectively against his chest, baring his fangs at the strangers “What are you doing in my territory?” “Justice, Hunter Calibur…” among the huddle of almost twenty wolves, one more emerged from the shadows, a man as big as Hunter, covered in black from head to toe, even his face hidden by a balaclava, which only revealed his eyes that, even from that distance, Hunter could see that they were dark blue, like the bottom of a dangerous ocean “That's why we're here.”

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.