Ao3 Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

*** 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

“Oh. It just felt like you were about to mark me.” “Huh. You know, I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while now. You felt that, huh?” “What do you mean?” Ash asked. Hunter lay still on his back. He could feel the sweat on his bare chest cooling in the early morning air. “When we’re doing this, it feels really good. I mean, crazy good. And you have this smell to you. It makes me want to bite you.”

This also revealed what they had been created for, because since they had the same DNA as he did, the exchange of energy between them seemed possible after all. Aurelia watched the killing, felt everything strengthened by her wire to Dante, was drawn straight into the vortex of horror. She was still trying to reach the core of her counterpart, begging him to fight back against Orcus' influence and stop the massacre. Meanwhile, raw panic had broken out among the future victims, and their shouts and screams settled over the ghastly scene.

I asked quietly while grabbing his throat. He struggled silently against my grip. “I was actually trying to become a better person lately.” Rain laughed inside me. Lie. Fair. The hunter suddenly smiled weakly despite blood running from his mouth. “The omega will destroy you first.” I tightened my grip harder. “He loves us.” The hunter’s smile widened slightly. “That’s why you’ll die first.” Then his body dissolved into ash too. Gone. Just gone. Silence swallowed the burning forest afterward except for heavy rain pouring above me.

Chapter 14 Back at the pack house a couple of hours later “Hunter, please help me!” “OCEANA!” Hunter yelled jumping up from his bed, looking around his breathing coming fast and heard. He had come back to his house to rest before the meeting at the packhouse to come up with a plan to find Oceana. Hearing his baby cry snapped him out of his dream haze. Ahnyla got out of their bed and grabbed their pup. She turned angry eyes on him, he felt immediate guilt at scaring his pup. “I sorry I had a nightmare.” “Really Hunter you call that bitch’s name in your sleep, it's like your obsessed. You're barely home, you haven't spent any time with our pup. All you’ve done since you got back is stay in the

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

"I... Don't know! The wound on her head... Was very severe and... She said she couldn't remember anything... Not even her name, so... I thought she was telling the truth..." I smiled coldly in my heart. I don't believe she can lose her memory so quickly. She may be lying to find a way to escape "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... Has a tattoo on her left waist... It's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Author Pov. Mature content ahead (If your uncomfortable then please I prefer to just skip this chapter.) PG-18+ (This chapter contains violence. Read it on your own risk.) Luna cried harder when Hunter pushed her on the floor roughly making her body slammed on the floor harshly. She immediately sits up on the floor and palmed her lips trying to control her cries. She didn't want Hunter to have satisfaction of hurting her. Hunter crouched down in front of her and leaned to her face making her lean back and fell on her hips.

I squinted my eyes open and looked at the ceiling. “Why did you wake me?” I asked the dummy. “Because you are teasing the readers.” Hunter replied, looking so relaxed like he had just not interrupted my wet dream with my mate. He crossed his legs over the other and gave me a smile that did not reach his face. “You can’t be the only one enjoying the view of our mate.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “What view is that?” I hissed. “The one that has you precumming in your pants just now.” He twisted his lips. Sometimes I wonder if we were really merged together. Wolf.