Butterfly Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

“Exactly. And I'm here to protect everyone. What's the issue here?” As I engaged in a tense dialogue with the hunter leader, I noticed Xander examining their equipment from his hidden position. His eyes opened wide when he noticed a symbol on one of their cars – a fancy eye inside a triangle. He looked at me and gave a small nod. We'd seen that symbol before, in old books about supernatural hunters. This was no ordinary group.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Faces lifted with hope, anger, and desperation. “You all remember Spring River,” Xavier said, voice deepening. “I do too. That wound has not healed. The hunters responsible for that atrocity will pay. Our dead will be avenged.” Roars of approval thundered through the square. “But hear me clearly,” Xavier continued, “the hunters enjoying sanctuary in my kingdom are not our enemies. They are helping rebuild what was broken. They are aiding the human women abused in the breeding factory. Those women and children are innocent. They suffer because hunters also made them prey.”

With each gentle touch, she showed the same compassion that had drawn Hunter's admiration. Trent watched the scene unfold, marveling at the skill and grace of the Serpent Handler's daughter, and hoped he could get her name. It would be nice to think of her as who she is rather than who her father is. He noticed the hose hanging down by Hunter's bed, a lifeline of sorts, providing a personal supply of fresh air for him. As the Handler's daughter ensured the hose was clear, a small bubble of air rose up from the end, rejoining the larger airgarden above. To Hunter, with his eyes bandaged and unable to find the moonhole leading to the airgarden, the hose was indeed a lifeline, and such measures

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

' She pressed the send button but didn't get any reply as the exhaustion took the best of her and gave into a deep slumber. "Did you kill all of them?" Xander asked. "All of them except for one. I broke one of his arms and legs and left him alive just so he could tell his m*therf*cking Alpha Alonso what happened to his men," Hunter sniggered in fury. "Did he know where Alonso was?" Xander asked. "No, he said Alonso gave his men the message through a witch," Rasmus said as Hunter curled his fingers into a fist. That little witch was helping that f*cker Alonso. It was taking everything in Hunter to control his wrath.

As I looked across the street trying to find another way inside the truck stop, I saw my best friend Teresa crouching behind a box. We sat there for a moment. I looked around and saw a bat, and I threw an apple at his head. He bent down to pick it up. I jumped off the box and slammed the bat down on his head. He fell unconscious, some blood spilling from his head. Teresa walked over to me. “Just another day in Zamora, Mexico.” “Yeah.” We heard a grunt. I turned around. “Awe man, did I not hit him hard enough. I thought he was done for. “

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”