Amane Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Dax After four hours of staring at my ceiling without being able to fall asleep, I finally give up. So here I am at the gym before the sun's even thinking about showing its face, beating the heavy bag like it owes me an apology, and my wolf won't shut the fuck up. Tell him, he says. Again. For approximately the nine hundredth time. Tell the hunter what we know. Then claim him and keep him. Right. Brilliant. Walk up to Noah Hunter, a man who has spent his whole life believing werewolves are vicious monsters, and announce that somebody out there is deliberately biting people to make more of us.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

“A toy. A piece of bait. It doesn't matter. What matters is that Amani is finally biting back. She’s moving the silver, she’s talking to the guards, and she’s building a fortress around her heart. She thinks she’s doing it alone. She thinks she has to be the one to carry the burden of that pack’s survival.” I looked toward the distant lights of the Eclipse Star packhouse, a dark, possessive smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Amani thought she was scraping for survival in a world that had forgotten her. She had no idea that the boy she’d saved, the one who was the Prince of the Lycans, was standing right behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to hand her the world.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

"His name is Alessandro De Luca. And he has agreed to invest in the company in exchange for your hand in marriage." The world stopped.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

It strengthened and healed every wolf, including Kiaro and Nessa’s wolf, Calli. Not being pinned back by Draven’s magic any longer, Hunter grabbed Amaya, pushing her behind him as if to protect her. The action surprised me until I saw the same white string between them, which I now realized was actually a small moon beam, signifying a moon bond. But what kind of bond could Amaya and Hunter have? I was unable to ponder on it longer as Draven pushed Dane back, causing him to hit the wall hard. Dane whimpered, which surprised me, until I realized that he had not only been pushed back, he had been thrown onto a large magical spear. It seemed magic could manifest weapons as well.

Hunter always gets what he wants first and only for himself. "You don't understand either?" said Hunter with a complex and sharp look. Hunter's right hand clenched and punched the watch on his friend's wrist until it broke. "Wooah!" All the students gathered there and gasped in shock. Hunter completely destroyed the expensive watch. Jonea flinched backwards from Hunter's terrifying fist. Hunter's knuckles were cut by broken glass and bleeding. The other B4 members just grinned. When Hunter lowered his hand, Jonea witnessed with her own eyes how the wound on Hunter's hand suddenly healed and disappeared without a trace.

Blake sat at his desk, staring intently at the hunter standing in front of him. The hunter's face was stoic, but Blake could sense the unease radiating from him. "What did you find?" Blake asked, his voice low and serious. "It's not a werewolf, sir," the hunter replied. "The creature looked exactly like Megan, even though we know she's dead." Blake's eyes widened at the mention of Megan's name. He had thought that he had taken care of her for good, but apparently, he was wrong.

’ I growl through mind link to Carlos, while Hunter growls out menacingly to let all three of them know our displeasure. “I..I…I didn’t think I had to stop her. She only a hu-” Hunter jumps on the young warrior, causing him to fall to the earth with a loud thud. His claws extend out, drawing blood on the man’s chest, pulling a hissing sound from his lips.