Cheetu Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“Hunters.” Then everything explodes into chaos.

Trent said. Nick wanted to laugh, “The hunters no longer exist.” “Yes, they do. With the permission of the Council, I would like to take down this hunter.” Trent said hotly. Nick rolled his eyes. The Alpha of a pack was usually the most capable lycanthrope and since Nick had assumed that post, Trent had challanged him at every turn, trying to sway the council in his favour. Nick wasn't bothered, the only way he could lose his post was if he stepped down or if he lost a battle challenge to Trent, none of which was happening anytime soon.

“You will stab the katana with your combined powers into the ghost’s chest.” The hunters looked at each other and, even hesitantly, they followed what Tyler said. Raven immediately released electricity from her Katana and Damon approached Raven to release fire from Raven’s Katana. Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it.

“So, tell me, Lee, what exactly would you do to him?” He growled in my head but remained silent. “That’s for me to know, Tasha. Maybe one day he’ll let us show you.” ‘Not likely.’ ‘You don’t know what you’re missing,’ I told him. “Anyways, Lee, do you want to know another secret?” “Sure.” “Do you remember my first hunt with you?” He chuckled. “How could I not? You were so excited I thought you were gonna pee everywhere. Like a little excited chihuahua.”

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

"Ouch!!! Hunter cried and pushed Cheche away when she kicked his leg, now both crying. "Stop it!!! I screamed when Cheche punched Hunter in his eyes, and he fell to the floor bawling. I wondered how Cheche could match the vampire children's strength even though she was human. Especially to a pureblood vampire because they are stronger than the other. She was strong, and once, I saw her move a vampire speed. Until now, she's puzzled me. She won't answer if you ask her, and you can't force her because she will cry and throw tantrums. I sighed when Amara quickly helped Hunter and cooed at him, wiping his tears away.

“Hunter? What was my code?” Hunter turned around and looked straight in her eyes, “ The code is: One. Two. Three. Four.”

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.

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).

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.