Art Book Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

"You're not dying here, boy." I walked him back to his bed. Didn't carry him, he wouldn't have let me. I sat outside the room after that. Scratched my fingers across the map on the war room table, blood marked the borders, rogue activity increased near the Order's old hunting grounds and all the pieces were coming together too fast. Someone burst in. “Alpha,” the guard breathed heavily. “You need to see this.” He took me outside to the trees near the eastern border. Burned into the bark, deep and black….a symbol I hadn’t seen in three years.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Forever and Always, Your Humble Author, Astylynn

Their last member for their voyage arrives. Butcher turns his head around to see the likes of Xialn. He bears the crest of the panther on his chest as do all of them but his is more worn out and scratched to hell. On his lower back at those sheathed daggers and on his back is a quiver made from animal furs that are thick, thick enough to house bolts. The ends of his ammunition are carved runes that are dull at the moment. Butcher laughs to himself and echoes his voice once he sees him. “How did you ever convince him of this?” Butch turns his head back to the forest, shaking his head as well. “What’s the wrong Butcher? Afraid I’ll kill you?” Xialn’s voice is much more defined, seasoned, and r

“Long story short, my father has a wolf. He’s a bad wolf that takes over and my father has no control over him. He murdered one of you today. And for that, he must pay.” I held up my phone. “I am waiting on a text from my friend. He is traveling to get my mom and take her somewhere safe. As soon as he texts that they’re on a plane, I’m going in. My intent is to kill my father and his wolf. Retribution for Art.” I let that sink in for a moment.

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.

the wolf said and i blush “ What is your name? Or do you and lukas share the same name? I asked, the wolf nodded his head “ My name is Asher, Lukas wolf” He sent the environment “ I smell humans around here, I have to give control to lukas” he said and immediately the wolf shifted back to humans. “ Who is there? Show yourself.” he said and stayed behind him Two people came out and bowed to me. I was shocked “ Who are you? “ I asked “ We are hunters just like you and your dad was our leader. We heard from your uncle that he is dead and since then we have been watching you.” he explained

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

“I called you here today so that you can repay the amount of grief it has caused you over the years. It’s up to you to decide if you want to take this chance or not.” “I’m not strong…” “I’m well-aware. But that’s not the question I asked. Do you want to slay it?” asks Yasuhiro with a serious face. “Yes, in fact I want to murder it.” Says Akihiko with bloodlust. “Good. You’ve got what it takes to be a hunter. Now, let us move on with the training.” He says and gets up. Ayame asks them- “So~ am I supposed to tag along too?”