Art Book Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

It was certainly not right to snoop around Dante's things, but her curiosity won out. After some prickling, the front part unfolded and revealed the contents. The left half of the amulet revealed a photograph. A young woman with a child in her arms. There were trees in the background, they were outdoors, both wore summer dresses and they both had this auburn hair with the bronze and gold colored strands and these unusual eyes. They laughed wildly and looked straight into the camera. A beautiful picture that put Aurelia in an ideal world full of happiness. The child had to be Dante and the woman was probably his mother, she simply betrayed the resemblance. A reflective surface was let into th

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

"Thank you for bringing this to me, Lady Amara," Hunter tearfully thanked me after pulling the map from the metallic box. "Uhmm, I'm glad to see you happy," I said while scratching my head. Did I do anything heroic? "This is the beginning," Hunter's radiant mood shows how delighted he is right at this moment. "Once you get the dagger and kill the beast. You'll be able to get the water that can cure me, and I will be able to go back to our world."

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

The Blood Ridge Pack. I have read a lot about them from the Hunters’ library, but it isn’t the same thing as being near them. As being in the same room as them. Their energy…there is something about it that makes me halt in the middle of the space. “Get out of the way,” someone screams. I move just in time before I get run over by a drunk college kid in roller skates. His laughter travels down the hallway with him, and I move in that direction. Searching for something.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

He smiled finally, showing Archer and I the book, he held so close to his chest, placing it down on the desk in front of us, the old papers showcased the point he was making. Looking right back at us was an old hand drawn photo of a wolf, deep in the dark woods but the wolf’s fur bright white, with little specks of gold as though some gold dust had been sprinkled over him. With a tiny gasp, it was as though I was looking at a photo of my wolf. “It looks exactly the same as yours.” Archer tells me staring in my eyes, where I had to take a deep breath in to not burst from all this inane information going in all at one.