Ao3 Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Akira’s POV The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over Hunter’s study. The room was filled with a calm, cozy silence, the aftermath of our intense night still lingering in the air. I lay there, tangled in Hunter’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body pressed against mine. We were both naked, our breaths heavy and in sync, as if our bodies were still attuned to each other. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his grip on me was tight, like he didn’t want to let me go.

"Together, we're limitless." The Hunter writhed, its body folding, collasping into smoke. But before it vanished completely, its claw raked across Kael's side. Blood. It hit the ground in sizzling drops, black fire eating into the soul. Aria's cheat seized. She stumbled forwad, reaching for him, but the bond pulsed so violently she almost crumpled. His pain was hers-sharp, searing, ripping through her ribs. She gasped his name, falling against him as the hunter dissolved into nothing but smoke.

“You just remorselessly killed your companion, guy named Ox. Or should I say, a ringer assassin called the Joker of the Cards of Reapers?” Ox laughed lightly, bandages on his left hand suddenly fall when Aoi cut it with a sharp knife. On the back of his palm, a tattoo of a skeleton in a pitch-black cloak was holding a grayish scythe. On the side of the box, vertically written in a scary font the word “J-O-K-E-R.” A tattoo of the Card of Reapers indicating he was in a high-rank. “What's your business with me?” Aoi Akuma asked voice in a threat.

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I snapped my head towards him as he started inching in my direction. "My love, it's not what it looks like, let me explain." "It had better be a very good explanation", I said. My flames licked up my body ready at any minute to defend me. He tried to reach out to me, but the flames roared harder, and he stepped back. "I'm waiting." The woman stepped forward with her hands raised to let me know she wasn't a threat and pulled down the top corner of her shirt, revealing her orange bond mark. "My name is Ophelia and I work with Rainn. We have a crew of hunters that collaborate. My mate is here as well. We just got back from the beach. I had to get into the ocean for a while. Curse of being a wat

The person wasn’t speaking anything. “You won’t speak anything? Then die.” Ansh said as he pierced his fangs into the person’s neck and drank his blood until he dried out. Ansh was gonna turn around when something bumped into his head and he screamed in pain. But, he couldn’t do anything. His vision was slowly blurring. A blurry figure sat in front of her. “Oh dear, I didn’t want to hurt you. But you made me do so. I love you and I will never hurt you. Sleep for a while till I finish my work.”

The other two whom she had contacted hop on to the same bus and they reach Hokkaido at the haunted place the next day. They get out of the bus and stretch their arms and legs. The two girls were Ayame’s seniors and were yokai hunters. Both of them came from a lineage of yokai hunters, so they had incredible potential in them. They were ranked A by the hunters and as an unspoken rule; the first to get the job doesn’t get the job if someone of higher rank notices the same job. It automatically gets transferred to the person having the higher rank. A-ranking hunters were quite few, amounting only to 57. Originally there were a lot more but they perished in yokai wars or individual hunts for god

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

Hunter growled, his mouth trailing down her neck as Lupin’s rhythm became almost punishing. Her body couldn’t take much more, waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shaking and breathless. Hunter flipped her onto the side, gripping her hips as he entered her from behind, while Lupin’s arousal found her clit, teasing her mercilessly. The combination was too much; her body arched, and she came undone in seconds, her cries echoing through the room. Hunter held her tight as she collapsed, spent and trembling, Lupin’s let his cum on her, hot, his breath on her mouth.