Butterfly Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

He twisted the blade aside, off his throat. With a roar, Julian used Maya’s legs to kick the Hunter’s knee. CRACK. The Hunter crumpled onto one leg, but Julian didn’t stop. He lunged, locking onto the Hunter’s shoulders. They tumbled across the ground—lab coat and silver armor tangled together. “You’re me!” the Hunter shouted, bucking to throw Julian off. “Just a shadow! I’m the better version!” “You’re just a puppet!” Julian’s voice roared from Maya’s mouth, dark and solid, “And puppets don’t have hearts!”

Aurora asked, her face displaying a large smile. “Yeah.” Xander didn’t say anything, his eyes remained on the mountain. “About the rogues, you told me you killed one of the hunters, didn’t you?” Aurora said, her eyes on Xander. I looked at Xander, dumbfounded. “You killed one of the hunters?” Xander sighed and looked at us. “Yeah, he was one of the rogues. He’s human,” Xander said, scoffing in disdain. “I want you to trace the scent. I need to find the mask behind the penetration of these filthy hunters,” Xander said and Aurora nodded.

“you hurt me, that would seem so true if only you could cast a junior level magic spell but seeing as you have failed at even that I believe you can not hurt me anymore than I am already hurt and it is “resolnt kor arbeg’ little girl he stepped out of the shadow of a large tree and replied scarstically almost immediately the bowl began to shake as a swarm of butterfly burst out if the bowl and into the fields butterflies if different shades rested on the fields of grasses and flowers. Alice stared In wonder and amazement at the boy and not the field she would not believe it had she not been here right now in his presence was this some kind of trick or better still was that even possible he l

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

NOT FOR MONEY AT ATLEAST FOR HUMANITY. LET THE GIRL FACE THE WORLD SHE IS BLESSED WITH WINGS LET HER FLY A Daughter is someone who makes you smile with her cute little blabber At the end of the day, she will make you adore her. So., Stop killing a Female child . Let's step into the story, " Ahh.....wahhhhh Awhhhhhh...... wahhhh " The child cried out hardly as her tears slipped out from her eyes. The Doctor took it carefully without hurting and cut out the umbilical cord which was wrapped around her.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

Xari rolled her pretty eyes and crossed her arms over her corset-covered chest. Xari was a little badass, fae halfling, with a skill set most immortals didn't have in their arsenal of tricks. But that's not surprising since she's Xavier's daughter. He's the man that started the hunter organization, and he had over- seen her training. Xari has been hunting since puberty, and her old man trained her to kill without hesitation. I'd met her with my entrails hanging out, and she hadn't balked as she shoved them back into my stomach, sewing them up, then complained that I was whining like a bitch the entire time.

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.