Buhara Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

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.

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.

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.