Dalzollene Hunter X Hunter 소설 & 이야기

Clown’s subordinates on the second floor kept spraying their guns at Alex. Alex tore a door off the minivan and placed it on his head as a shield. “What the hell! Is he The Hulk?!” Hunter exclaimed as he was dumbfounded, with his mouth agape. Alex hurriedly ordered Zendaya to keep singing as to disrupt the actions of Clown’s subordinates while calling out to Hunter, “Hey, Stoermer, come with me!” However, it turned out that Hunter was in daze after being influenced by Zendaya’s singing, his mobility had become very slow.

My heart cracked right down the middle. Moments later, Dave burst back in with a group of people. Among them was a towering man with a thick, untamed beard, Healer Cruz. "What happened here?" Cruz dropped beside us, his rough fingers finding Nolan's pulse without hesitation. Nolan's voice came out hoarse and strained. "The Hunter... he got close. Too close to the forest." Cruz's face darkened. "That's bad news, Lycan." He exhaled heavily and signaled to the others to help tend to Nolan's wounds.

Hunter’s finger is on the trigger, ready to fire. But Zane seemingly comes from nowhere, tackling Hunter to the ground. Hunter falls down, his head hitting the concrete floor. But even then, he holds onto his gun tightly, securely. He starts to shoot indiscriminately, and I have to duck and hide behind a crate to avoid it. Eleanor and Lottie scream. “Get out of here!” Hunter roars at them, still firing. “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill all of you!” Andrew gets up, crawling towards Zane to help him. But Hunter aims at him again and very nearly hits him in the chest.

Charles and Max was one of the hunters that was called. Mr. Ambrose introduced the hunters one by one to Seolurrie. Seolurrie noticed that Hunter Charles and Hunter Max wasn't the only ones familiar. Hunter Kate was also in there, but a girl caught Seolurrie's attention when she hugged the arms of Hunter Max as she was introduced by Mr. Ambrose. "This is Hunter Alexa Smith. She is a fighter type like you, Miss Seolurrie. She is one of the best first grade hunters in our country."

Rowan shifted fully, lunging at the nearest Hunter. The creature caught him mid-air— BY THE THROAT. I screamed. “ROWAN!” Zander sprinted forward, blade igniting with elemental steel. He swung— The blade passed THROUGH the Hunter. Like slicing smoke. Zander stumbled backward, eyes wide. “What the—” The Hunter backhanded him so hard he flew into the snow, crashing into a boulder. “ZANDER!” He groaned, dazed. Elle thrust her staff down, runes exploding in bright blue.

Elliot's sister, Dawn, became a central figure in these recollections, a source of camaraderie and understanding during Zelda's most challenging moments. As the waves rhythmically crashed against the shore, Zelda wove a tapestry of stories, recounting the trials and triumphs of her hunting experiences. She spoke of the exhilaration of the chase, the primal instincts that guided her, and the bonds forged with her fellow hunters, including Dawn. Through her words, Elliot glimpsed the depths of Zelda's resilience and the strength she possessed within.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Mass chaos surrounded them. Alonso's men were falling to the ground one by one as Hunter glanced at his mom. She was surrounded by Draken's men in a protective shield. Hunter charged into the woods where he saw Silvia and when he got there, there was nothing. Not even her faint scent but he wasn't stupid or hallucinating. He was damn sure it was Silvia. He shifted back and wore the sweats that one of Draken's men handed him. Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

Aiden whispered, “Resonance signature… faint. Weak. But familiar.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “Hunter?” “No. Not like the others.” Footsteps approached. Slow. Uneven. Dante rested his hand on his knife. “Stay back.” A shadow appeared at the bend in the canyon— tall but hunched. Armored, but the armor looked damaged. Cracked visor. Burned plating. Aiden gasped. The hunter collapsed to its knees. Dante stepped forward cautiously. “Don’t move.” The hunter didn’t reach for a weapon.