Chrollo Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter has transitioned into a wicked wolf but is still laying down on the ground. "Shit. Hurry." Axel says and rushes to the cage and opens the door. Dr. Spine enters the cage and quickly puts the collar around Hunter's neck. Hunter lets out another growl. The collar just barely fits around his neck. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." Dr. says while trying to chain the collar to the chains on the wall in the cage. *Click* the chain clicks into the ring on the collar. In the meantime, Hunter has stood up and is now face to face with Dr. Spine. Dr. spine is stuck in the corner and my heart is pounding in my chest. Hunter walks closer to him while showing his teeth and snapping at him.

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

He was strict with Chris and Zand, especially when it came to their training, and he made sure they both sparred with Andy every say. It makes me see Hunter in a new light too, he held his own against a dragon and they were so evenly matched, there was never a clear winner. A lot of things are beginning to make more sense now. Hunter is Celestial Alpha blood, it’s hardly surprising he could take on an unshifted dragon and live to tell the tale. Every time Gabe, Christian, Zander, Gerald or I sparred with him he would wipe the floor with us within minutes.

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.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

But before I could draw it, Something hard collided with the back of my neck. “Troublesome Hunter,” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble. Then, the world dissolved into blessed, silent black.

He didn't wait for the formal greeting. He looked at the hunter’s split lip, the way his left arm hung at an unnatural angle, and the frantic, hollow look in his eyes. He saw the failure written in the grime on their faces, in the way they couldn't even stand straight. "Don't," Chandler said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. The lead hunter stopped, his mouth opening to speak, to offer an excuse, but Chandler cut him off. "Look at yourselves," Chandler continued, his gaze flicking from one man to the other with clinical disgust. Useless! Absolutely useless!"

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.