Amane Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

He straightens. "Doesn't matter right now. What matters is I've read about this in my father’s bestiary. The far-shelf books, the ones he calls a waste of paper because they're not local. Small. Lives in water. Webbed hands. Drags people by the ankle. Obsessed with... hold on." He stops and turns to me with an expression I've never seen him wear on a hunt. He looks delighted. Noah Hunter. Delighted when I’m not fucking him. Mark the calendar.

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.”

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

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.

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.

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”

I was full of anger that I didn't notice what was happening to her surroundings anymore. "Look what you've done!" "Stop nagging me. You did the same thing too, Amaya. You almost hurt Nathan!" "Nathan is a werewolf, Mune. He is a supernatural being. Nathan can always find a way to heal himself. He has a lot of creatures who got his back; he can count on anyone. That is not the same for Hiro in Yna. Have you forgotten that they're human?!" I said in vexation. I'm full of emotion right now. I wanted to kick Mune's butt and beat him to death. He just hurt Hiro. The fact that Hiro looked unrecognizable means that he's the one who got the most damage by protecting his sibling. I fucking hate Mune.

As Alex continued to absorb Ruth’s pain, he noticed bullet holes in her hand. “Hunters…” he muttered, frowning, relief mingling with anger as he continued channeling the pain into himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling energy coursing through him and into her body. His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly.