Anime List Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

"Who's the 'someone' that you are talking about?" Kasper looks at her for a couple of minutes. The guardian saw the different emotions in his dark red eyes. For the first time in his life, he was feeling anxious, he thinks that he doesn't know himself and could not control some of his actions since he meet her. "It's... It is the werewolf hunter. I think that she is my mate," Kasper responded in a low tone. The guardian was stunned because of what she heard. "What should I do guardian Kitsune?"

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

Anna ordered while the hunter looks at her for a while and nods. "Yes boss!" The hunter answered.

I run into her shoulder. She bites my shoulder as I knock into her, but it’s too late. She pinned to the ground. She underestimates how strong I am. Lavender quickly shifts, hoping to get away by going into human form. But I shift with her and in that way, I’m able to get a better grip. I put my knee on her chest. “Okay,” Alex says. “We don’t want true damage to be done. It’s clear Sasha is the winner.” I stand and offer my hand to Lavender to help her up. That’s how we always ended fights in my old pack.

David died such a gruesome death and his killer was some psychotic b*tch. “Damn Anita, what happened to you?” Hunter sighed. “Look, I didn't come here for some sympathy play, so if you are not going to do as I want, then let's get this over with” Anita immediately took the clothing off her face, forcing out her claws which she had gotten rid off before to have a conversation with Hunter.

But before I could draw it, Something hard collided with the back of my neck. “Troublesome Hunter,” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble. Then, the world dissolved into blessed, silent black.

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.

He knew they never liked him. Hunter was eight years old when he met Sebastian Bryant. At that time, he was in Japan, held by a group of yakuza. He didn't know who he was or where he came from. The yakuza who took him in called him "Zen." They were involved in illegal activities and were brutal, but they treated him well, especially the leader, who even considered passing the group on to him. However, due to a betrayal by one of the members, the leader was killed, and the group was captured by UN special forces. One of the UN special force leaders at that time was Sebastian. In addition to being the Alpha of the Silver Luminaries and the Leader of the Astral Guardian, Sebastian was also a me

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.