Art Book Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“You will stab the katana with your combined powers into the ghost’s chest.” The hunters looked at each other and, even hesitantly, they followed what Tyler said. Raven immediately released electricity from her Katana and Damon approached Raven to release fire from Raven’s Katana. Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

“No, Ssazzul, this time it's complicated. Alud was almost killed, he miraculously survived. A white-faced hunter was set on him. - Baruz said with a serious tone, running his hand over his beard. - Oh, how interesting - the creature raised its hands, gesticulating in an unusual way. You brought me news that I don't know about. We'll find out what you want. I'll tell the brothers to look. - said the shadow in debt, drawing out each letter. - Yes, ask your brothers, how did the hunter get the “pin of shadows” ? your artifact. - the werewolf stood up abruptly, looking angrily at the shadof. The creature was covered in haze, moving its limbs rapidly. - What? You are sure? Are our artifacts in th

Amelia said. "We will continue this later," Shirley said immediately they heard the footfalls of Hunter arriving. "I was about to go in search of you, what took you so long?" Shirley said with a feign smile. "I had to look for my other drawings where I safely hid it," Hunter replied with a smile. Then he carefully layed all his canvas on the table for them to see. "I think my drawings are more than just ordinary drawings," Hunter said to no one in particular. "What do you mean by that?" Shirley and Amelia asked simultaneously.

“Because I have all the necessary weapons to take them down.” “I don’t want to take anyone down I just want a faceoff with the old man.” “You will never get to the old man. What’s your obsession with him anyway?” Naveen questioned. Hunter looked at the photo of a girl on the table. “This time we are doing things my way,” Hunter looked at Naveen. “Well there is one thing.” “What is it?” “I know you have been looking for a manuscript.” Hunter's eyes glowed. “Yes,” he said.

Holly took the painting over from the table by the side and carefully opened it. Hunter's gaze lit up as his eyes followed the unfolding of the painting. He stood up and bent over the painting, gently touching the mountain with the slide of his fingers. He muttered, "It's this feeling… This feeling… "This towering mountain, this cascading waterfall, this lush forest, this caravan, these horses—they were painted so wonderfully!" Hunter's eyes slowly became moist as he looked at the painting.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

The rain masks our scent, but it masks everything else too. Click. The sound slices through the downpour. Too clean. Too deliberate. Arthur shoves me behind a boulder just as the first bullet whines past. Stone shatters where my head had been. "Council hunters," Claire snarls, already moving. Her dagger finds a throat before the shadowy figure can fire again. Black blood sprays. Not human. Not quite. More shapes detach from the rocks. Too many. Arthur's growl shakes the air as he shifts, his massive black wolf form tearing into the nearest hunter.