Bowel Hunter Re Zero Mga Nobela at Kwento

Oh, he won't? Cole Hunter didn't reply to me. I hit the Hunter in my grasp on the head with my own and as he loses his stance, falling into the ground, because of his esophagus that I have in my clasp, it rips out from inside him. There's now a lot of blood on the ground. And as he is now dead on the ground, I hurl his esophagus on his body. "R.I.P." I whisper. And then, I make an innocent face, "oh, no? Isn't that what you guys say to dead Hunters? No?" Cole Hunter would not say anything.

Delilah smiled immediately she saw him, but then she looked at Sylvester and smiled again. "But I guess Sylvester is s*xier" she muttered, kissing him in her head. "Toyota took over the trainees this morning, so I'm briefing y'all about tommorow's mission, Alberto Gunner" Lambo replied, swiping out his picture on the table. "F**king cool, my fingers are dying to swipe that" Zenith smiled. "He's one of the top four Hunters of Godzilla, and he's the first target. He has a wife in Los Angeles, and an hidden kid" Lambo continued.

I fell to my knees, gasping for air. "It doesn't matter," Rowan said. He pulled a small, black dagger from his belt. It was made of the same void glass as the First’s crown. "The Council made him a monster. We thought we could save him, but look at him. He’s not our son anymore. He’s the Great Reset in a small body." One of the hunters lunged at Rowan, but he didn't even look. He swung his rifle and smashed the machine’s head into the wall without breaking his stare. The other two hunters hesitated, sensing the raw, human violence coming from him.

"Figures he'd be up front. Probably blowing through Milicent's money like it's nothing." A bell rang, sharp and clear. The crowd went quiet. A door at the far end of the arena opened. A Hunter walked out. Young, maybe nineteen, with a sword that looked too big for his frame. He was shaking. I could see it even from here. "He is definitely a Stage One," Fabian murmured. "First time, probably." Another door opened. What came through wasn't human.

Aiden whispered, “Resonance signature… faint. Weak. But familiar.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “Hunter?” “No. Not like the others.” Footsteps approached. Slow. Uneven. Dante rested his hand on his knife. “Stay back.” A shadow appeared at the bend in the canyon— tall but hunched. Armored, but the armor looked damaged. Cracked visor. Burned plating. Aiden gasped. The hunter collapsed to its knees. Dante stepped forward cautiously. “Don’t move.” The hunter didn’t reach for a weapon.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

Chapter 47: The Purple Feast The headless body of the hunter lay on the floorboards. Kaelen stepped over it. He did not look like my husband. He looked like a god of slaughter carved from red ice. The arrows sticking out of his back quivered with every breath he took. His chest heaved. His black eyes were fixed on the men waiting in the snow. "Run," a hunter shouted. "It’s the Genesis!" They raised their rifles. Kaelen didn't give them the chance.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.