Amane Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Young Master Bab1 An old hut, a silent witness to Amelia's hatred and anger. This woman hates her own daughter-in-law, Jeremy. For Amelia, this man is not just poor. But also bad luck to his family. "Jeremy, get some hot water ready! I want to take a shower." It was her habit, screaming in the morning, if Jeremy was slow to get her some warm water for her bath. Jeremy, who had been busy carrying water from the river, felt very tired.

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

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.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

A Tainted hadn’t been seen in over two thousand years. Three of the abominations lay dead, but a fourth was still alive, limping from an injury in its side. It was circling Erik and the 3 of my remaining brigade, backed by only three pack warriors. They were all that was left. Them, Annabelle, and Jim. A single black wolf watched from the shadows, its form unnaturally still, as if waiting to strike.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

while running, seeing the blood. "Someone came for us now. They are gonna pay with their life." Aman's eyes, which are usually light blue, are red with anger. In 2 min he saw four wolves surrounding Jackson. He was hurt badly. One wolf attacked him and tried to bite him on the neck, but Aman attacked the wolf, and Jackson dropped there. Aman killed that wolf in one shot with the bone of the wolf's neck with his teeth. The other three wolves charged towards him. So he kicked one wolf away and broke another wolf's neck under his paw while a wolf succeeded, scratching him a bit.

“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.”

Something about the chaos and the power surging within her reminded her of a forgotten memory, a long-lost connection. With a sudden burst of energy, Luna leaped towards the nearest hunter, her claws slashing through the air. The hunter stumbled back, fear etched across his face. Luna's feral instincts urged her to strike, but a flicker of recognition flashed in the hunter's eyes, catching her off guard. "L-Luna?" he stammered, his voice trembling with both fear and confusion. Luna froze, her mind reeling with disbelief. How did this hunter know her name? Before she could process the revelation, a loud crash echoed through the chamber as another hunter lunged towards Amelia.