Buhara Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

he said simply while she turned to him and without hesitation began to pounce at his chest countless times before leaving him in grudging steps. The blue and red hunter immediately went to the king's side and glared at the insolent woman who was walking ahead. "Are you alright, your highness?" the blue hunter asked. GD just smirked, "Hakyi, I've been into war. Her punches wasn't even close to the bites of tardigrades." Hakyi, the blue hunter just bowed and joined, Osiris, the red hunter from behind. ***

I asked, knowing that her story does not have anything to do with hunters. "She suspects that the hunters had a hand in the death of her family. She doesn't like the hunters naturally, especially Stefan Brown." We heard a moan from Stefan and looked at him. Stefan's eyes opened and my heart leaped, and quickly hugged him and kissed his forehead. "Thank God you're okay. Do you need water or anything?." I asked, happy that he looked fine to me. "I'm fine. What happened?. Why do you look pale?." He asked, looking from Ava to me. I look pale because I was fucking worried about him.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

Jonea butted Hunter's stomach with her head and both hands when she could. Hunter fell backwards and hit his head on the melted ice cream on the grass. Jonea stood up straight with a big grin. She felt satisfied because she managed to take down Axel. The girl clapped her hands as if full of dirt after touching Hunter's body. Axel was stunned. He didn't think Jonea would do something so crazy. Meanwhile, the other three members of B4 just burst out laughing when they saw Hunter fall to his knees and hit his head on melted ice cream.

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

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.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With what you said?” The hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes, he’s barely moved and I take a good look at him. Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips.