Dark Continent Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.” “Reaper? Grim reaper?” Hugo asked. “Ah, just a reaper. There is no need to put on a grim,” said Dark. “Oh, okay. Sorry.” Hugo said. “They are the hunters. Cael, Hugo Raven, Damon and Kyra. They can help you with your problem,” said Tyler. “Problem? A reaper has a problem, too?” Damon asked.

Lorenzo continued, “He was so distraught. He told the sheriff, the mayor, the townsfolk; anyone who would listen what he'd seen. You know what they did? They dismissed him. Laughed at him. Called him names. It hurt him. Father became a recluse, never leaving the cocoon of the house. And we were there to witness our father losing his spirit every step of the way. My brother and I were the only ones who believed our father and that's why we're here. The lycanthropes who go around causing mayhem should pay for their crimes.” * * * Nick held back the vomit that surfaced to his tongue when he saw the picture of a dead naked woman on the newspaper. Of course, the photographer had blacked out s

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

"No. I had to find out myself. They hid the door pretty well in the basement. So it was a little hard to find." "Please, it was quite easy," I said, taking a soda drink. He mocks and gasps. "Of course, it's easy for you! You're the almighty Xavier, the black death one fear but all, even us hunters, fear!" he exaggerates, putting his arms in the air. Wow, am I that scary to my fellow hunters? I rolled my eyes again. "You do realize that werewolves have amazingly inhuman hearings, right?" Suggesting his voice was too loud.

Then static. Then the hunter speaks again, his voice clipped. “He has gone dark, sir. Gone cold. Not even our strongest scryers can detect his aura anymore. He is, ahem, well protected.” The screen flickers with internal noise as Xavier straightens in his chair, rage simmering in his jaw. “Protected by what?” he growls. The hunter hesitates. “We don’t know.” “Useless,” Xavier snarls, slamming his fist onto the marble table. “Years of tracking. Funds. Blood. All for nothing?!” The hunter speaks again, clearly shaken. “There’s… something else.” Xavier’s growl deepens.

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?”

I growl out. Fuck this nasty city, fuck the Sect. Dargo Warsunngs will pay dearly for every single fucking transgression he’s impeded me with. This hunter, they’re all alike, I think, as I watch him get dragged to our room. Big, sleek muscles, and more than likely has blond hair and blue eyes. Deadly in their art, but in the end, they all die the same. Xavier opens the door when the newcomers reach the room. Thankfully, they’ve gagged the hunter. I cannot deal with loud caterwauling right now, as Brody would put it.

The room was dark, with only a faint light falling on the bed from the lamp beside it. The growl grew louder, as if the hunter had found its prey. From the shadows of the dark room, a shape slowly emerged. Xavier’s entire focus was on her, capturing every flicker of emotion on her face. He bit down on his lip while watching her, a cruel curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Her whole focus was on the dark shadows slowly getting clearer to her, and her eyes went wide. A scream tore from her throat at the sight of the. Hyena…..

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.