Art Book Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

He grimaced, shaking his head in disappointment, looking at his jar that only contained white cores. ‘Where the hell can I find those B-class beasts?’ Arth thought. ‘Seriously, it's been almost two hours already and all I have collected are white cores from C-class. Damn it.’ Arth let out a huge breath. "We have to work harder, Blackwinter," he told his sword as he placed it back on its scabbard. Without wasting any second, he continued rushing ahead to the depths of the Dark Woods.

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

Lucky for me, they covered that in training, some potent herbs once a day would keep him from taking control of my body but wouldn’t stop the voices. “How long is your arm going to be stuck like that?” Bryja asked, her green eyes eyeing up my cast. Her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she watched me. She was petite and curvy like Sáta, if I didn’t know better, I would think they were sisters. “Should be fine in a few hours, no later than tomorrow. Dr Aura from the wolf pack said it should be healed by then.” “Well, at least we completed our part of the mission. The rest is up to the Berserkers.” She frowned.

Aria "What a great plan you have made, Alpha Hunter Rodriguez! What a clever trap!" I wiped my tears before clapping for them, "A huge applause for both of you." Hunter looked like his soul had left his body; There was an inexplicable horror within his eyes that did not fit with his deeds. "Aria, listen..." He tried to speak. "Don't you dare, don't you fucking dare to say anything from that filthy mouth of yours." I seethed.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

He said, and I smirked before letting out a low growl, calling for the hell hounds who I knew would be the one thing to defeat a death eater. The man frowned before I bit whatever it was that he was holding me with. My eyes turned into a deep shade of red as three doors opened, revealing the hellhounds who were summoned by my command. “What…?” “I, Alpha Arturo de’ Medici, last heir of my blood, summon the hellhounds to kill and drag you to the hell you truly belong in.” I said, glaring at the man whose eyes widened in surprise. “Now, any last words?”

“This is how I saw you. That’s your friend, right?” I opened it and was surprised to see a charcoal drawing. It pictured a run-down building surrounded by trees. A girl with dark long hair stood near the porch, with a huge Siberian Husky standing behind her, its back up almost to her chest, its head the same height as hers. They were both looking ahead, and they both seemed to be smiling.” Needless to say my eyes welled in a heartbeat and I nodded, rubbing my nose, eyes glued to the drawing. “His origins are what make your bond so unlikely and unique. But let it be a reminder that love can be born even in the darkest places.”

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys. "No female hunter?" I asked. I knew the reason but wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. "Ruth won't like that, Karen," he answered with a knowing look on his face. After the introduction, the atmosphere was a lot pleasant. We were able to crack some jokes while we ate. No one asked me personal questions, and neither did I ask them. After breakfast, Gavin took me to the library to check out some hunter's books. There were books about vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures that I did not dream of ever meeting. There were books on alchemy, mild magic, and creating and using charms.

Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air. I thought that I may have seen a sanguis before, in the middle of the forest when I was a kid when my father knocked on an unfamiliar door and - “She’s shifting back!” Alarick hurriedly approached the prisoner and covered her with the suit he was wearing. I looked at Alarick, who was now lifting the unconscious prisoner. I nodded when I got what he was thinking. “We cannot let her stay here.”