Amane Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

"I wasn't joking before." I looked at her. "About what?" "That man...Gretonia." A cold breeze swept through the trees. "He really is hunting bloodlines." The humor vanished completely. "So tell me," I said quietly. "What exactly is a bloodline?" 🦊HOMURA🦊 For a moment, I simply stared at the hunter girl who claimed she wasn't a hunter. She looked genuinely confused. Wait is she not pretending? Isn't this a tactic for fishing for information?

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

one from the crowd cut me in. My troops instantly growled towards that person, but since this is a place where fighting is prohibited, they controlled themselves. "Thanks, Lucas," I replied to him with a wide smile, "But to some that don't know who I am, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Hunter, the name itself tells you what I am capable of. You know what will happen to you if you have the gut to linger around my pack, uninvited in the middle of the night, climbing towards my sister's bedroom, right, Lucas?"

Now, I watch in awe as it slowly fills by itself from some unknown water source underneath. Technology freaks me out. “What are you waiting for, Amani? I don’t have all night.” I look up and take in the sight of Bhyron in the bathtub. Despite its size, his huge biceps are braced over the tops of the bathtub and his long fingers grip the onyx surface. And his hair… the main character. I can swear this man was an anime character in his former life. I inhale sharply, praying to the gods for strength. Then I roll up my sleeves and make my way towards him.

[Was it your plan all along? I raised my chin and our eyes locked. There was an overwhelming feeling that flooded my chest. Hunter avenged my father and brought me Carter’s head. He didn’t just eliminate one enemy but won the entire Midnight Pack, which means he could use its power to take back everything that was his. Hunter was not just a drop-dead gorgeous man. He is a brilliant and powerful warrior—and at the same time, a terrifying foe…

*** 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

He was so close, within her grasp, but Maradona was fading, her strength draining with every breath. The woman dropped the sword, the metal clanging against the ground, and ran, her sobs lost in the chaos. A deafening howl tore through the air, and Hunter burst into the clearing, his massive wolf form a blur of rage. He leaped at Kasamaan, tackling him to the ground, his jaws snapping as he tore into the creature’s arm, ripping it clean off. Kasamaan staggered, his face twisting with shock—he hadn’t expected Hunter, hadn’t planned for this.But Maradona’s eyes widened, horror flashing across her face as she saw Hunter there, in the heart of the battle. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely au

“Alright.” The guy reached out and wiped the lipstick on her face with his thumb. “See?” The guy withdrew his hand and showed the lipstick to her. Ana smiled at him, “Thanks. I'm Ana.” “Do you need an introduction?” The guy asked rhetorically, “I'm Hunter.” Dying in jealousy, Arthur watched them from the entrance, he adjusted his glasses and then heaved a deep sigh.

Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it. When he was calm, he look at the woman again. He presses his hand between her neck and shoulder then, he removes the small stain of her blood from his bite. Later on, he heard a sound of a car. Therefore, he decided to look at who was coming. He stood up and face her one last time before leaving the sleeping werewolf hunter. Little did he knows, the woman is not fully unconscious, she feel the bite of the man and she saw his face. ~~~