Buhara Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”

I don't think I'll recover from that in a long time. Suddenly, I felt a hand in my hair. Hunter lifted my head while smiling. "I swear…. I'll…. Kill you," I whispered. "No, you won't Babara," He replied, laughing. I cried out. I don't know how the devil could still laugh at my present situation right now. I was struggling to live and someone found it funny. "What's going on?" I could hear Hera's voice. "She needs water," Hunter replied and I could see her feet receding.

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

“Someone is trying to stop us.” “What do we do now?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the tragedy unfolding before us. Hunter, with a piercing gaze at the burning house, responded seriously, “The people who did this are still around.” My next question was instinctive. “Where?” Hunter turned to face me, his golden eyes shining with restrained fury. Before he could answer, a transformation began before my eyes. Hunter's body twisted, gray fur covering his human form. He emerged as an imposing wolf, his golden eyes intensified by the fury pulsating in his veins.

Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky. "Woohoo!" Vivaldi exclaims, his face alive with the thrill of the fight. He charges at the Hunters with the speed of a cheetah on espresso shots, his wild hair whipping in the wind. Bullets, arrows, and other projectiles sail towards him, but he embraces the impact like a metalhead at a mosh pit, making no effort to dodge them.

Stephen explained a bit. "Ohhh that's why everyone was tense when I first entered the office. And Max left the office when I had the finger cut". Callum exclaimed and Max nodded. "Yes. Among all of us, Max has the least tendency of blood tolerance. Because he still prefers Human blood unlike us. And mostly unlike me. Because I don’t feed on human blood. Like only once or twice. Otherwise I am happy to be a lion hunter". Stephen smiled. "So that wasn't the Red Cherry Wine you were drinking". Callum thought for a while and then his eyes were wide again. Stephen looked at him and laughed out loud.

She didn’t know if she could protect herself. But she would die standing before she let these people see her break. The lead hunter’s gaze devoured her. Tiara buzzed violently, static cracking through her system. “Ma—ma—mama—run—” Jenna’s stomach dropped. “No. We stay together.” The hunter stepped into the firelight, revealing more details—bone piercings threaded through his ear cartilage, teeth strung as necklaces, symbols cut into his ribs. Then he raised the spear.

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...