Ao3 Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Even in anger her beauty was hypnotizing. However, as well as being my mate she was also a Hunter. Their was nothing I hated more than Hunter’s. That side of her lineage was in conflict with my sense of right and wrong. The Order of Orion was responsible for my mother’s death. It was thanks to Hunters that I had grown up without a mother. I have been an infant when they had murdered her. Not only was my Mate a Hunter but apparently her pack welcomed them! This told me she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about her that side of her bloodline.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

she murmured, “and I already love you.” Authors Note: First off, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my lovely cousin for her dedication to rescuing possum babies. It's not a possum, but same situation. Thank you so much for joining Tasha and her mates on their journey to find true love. I hope to see you all join Osprey and his siblings on their own individual paths to find their mates and happiness. Osprey will be next and his story will incorporate Elena's. Theirs will be followed by Gerald's and Annie's. Then will come Pricsilla's. Last but not least Toya and Hannah will find their true loves. All of this is subject to change but for right now this is the plan. If you are interested

I pushed his head back where it was, his blade-alike canines pressed against my skin once again bringing a gigantic wave of emotions and trickling warmth along. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes," I whispered in his ear, "Claim me." His thrusts sped up, his grip on me tightened, and then his canines punctured my skin. The tinge bit of pain turned into a flame of ethereal emotions, the peace and serenity ran down my veins, a surreal calmness entrenched into my skin whilst Hunter let go of his release followed by my orgasm. He withdrew his canines and licked his mark, the sparks were then only a scintilla now was a never-ending blaze.

I growl out. Fuck this nasty city, fuck the Sect. Dargo Warsunngs will pay dearly for every single fucking transgression he’s impeded me with. This hunter, they’re all alike, I think, as I watch him get dragged to our room. Big, sleek muscles, and more than likely has blond hair and blue eyes. Deadly in their art, but in the end, they all die the same. Xavier opens the door when the newcomers reach the room. Thankfully, they’ve gagged the hunter. I cannot deal with loud caterwauling right now, as Brody would put it.

I love all my readers and I want to do better for all of you. But hey, I have another book coming up. It's a YA/ Teen Romance this time, only you'll find werewolves running the school campus in this new world I created. You can search it up on Goodnovel and just type in "ALPHA HUNTER". Oh, it's a world where only a few hybrids are found too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and don't hesitate to leave gems, if you'd like. ;) See you on my next adventure with Ava and Hunter!

Beaming. "I'm swooning over you guys." Angela chirped fist bumping Lennox. She let out a low warning growl when Hunter flicked her forehead for fun and it f*cking hurt. "Wanna die?" She gritted as his brows shot up. "The f*ck you teaching her?" Hunter glared at Lennox who seemed indifferent and was focused on his gorgeous wife conversing with Silvia, Emma, Aurora, and Catherine. Draken stood among Xander and Azure.

The future of the Adio hunters is looking bright indeed. And not just here. Sameer and Muhsin are taking the guild to a new level staying on par with my new values. Hunters are being trained to investigate deeper into situations before assuming the supernatural being is the problem. It’s opening so many new doors.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.