Chrollo Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

As Alex continued to absorb Ruth’s pain, he noticed bullet holes in her hand. “Hunters…” he muttered, frowning, relief mingling with anger as he continued channeling the pain into himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling energy coursing through him and into her body. His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly.

They would also be tested using different kinds of weapons. The head of the council let out a shrill whistle to get everyone's attention. "Today there are ten of you that will be going through the trials to have the honor of becoming a hunter," he said. "However, only four out of the ten will be selected." Everyone's names were called, and we stepped into the ring. Rainn looked around but didn't see Liam anywhere.

I watch her pupils flare, because for Tori that sentence is Christmas. “It’s called a gashadokuro. Supposedly cobbled together from the bones of people who starved to death and who weren’t buried properly.” I half-lift the cast. "It threw me into a tree. Broke the arm, opened the forearm, caused the stitches in my hairline and the cut on my face. That was the first fight. Four days later we dropped ninety feet of oak on its skull." "We." "The pack and me. Unfortunately a dozen hunter trainees were dropped into the middle of our trap because the council sent children after an unconfirmed sighting with a pep talk and the wrong ammunition."

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

Chloe said then stretched a rumpled small paper forward. " Jenny's Taxi driver, an hunter man living in the forest. Find them! They are the Trump card, oniy they can prove my innocence." Melvin read out loud,sighed then sucked in his upper lip. " Little wonder she didn't let me read it out loud. This is a big task ahead, where and how do we find them?" Chloe pondered while probing Melvin's confused eyes. "Mr Hunter? Are you okay? Is something bothering you?" Chloe questioned while staring intently at Melvin who was still staring at the piece of paper.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Cronnos jumped towards me and ripped off the hand of a human who was about to shoot me with his arrows. Focus, Chloe! No time for distractions, Cronnos growled and I nodded We ran through the countryside, fighting the hunters, always careful with their weapons and silver bows. Cronnos showed no mercy to any of them as he lunged with his massive fangs, but I could tell there was one human in particular he wanted to tear to pieces. Wendell I fended off a few hunters easily, but Aaron continued to interfere and kill most of my enemies.

Hunter shouted. “Here,” a familiar voice answered back. Hunter walked closer and found It was Chovu Junior. He knelt before him and could see he was hurt. He had been badly burnt. “Come on stand up!” Hunter tried to lift him up. “Who are you?” “Hunter, Walu’s friend.” “No No No, go and save Walu,” Chovu junior pushed Hunter. “He’s in the next room, let me check on my parents.” “What happened here?”

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.