Dark Continent Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

"I don't sense any darkness within her." "Dante?" Chloe looked between Lucas and Dagmar. "Who is Dante?" "Dante was a demon." Lucas replied. "A few years back he tried to create an army of hybrids including demon-werewolves. He was defeated but not before he succeeded in fathering two demon-werewolf hybrids." "That we know of." Ursula interjected. "No one knows for sure if there are anymore or not." "So, you think I'm part demon?" Chloe asked slowly, not totally believing what she was hearing.

His crackles were piercing the ice-chilling silence and disgusting me to the core. "Somewhere I knew that it is none other than you behind all this!" He raved, his eyes were bloodshot red and he was looking no less than a monster. He stepped towards us and leaned forward. "But I didn't expect that you will turn out to be so weak that you will take the help of a girl to defeat me!" He stood straight while Xaphan was trying his best not to make any painful sound but the way his body was shivering I could bet he is in immense pain and is trying his best to endure it.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

"We tortured him for days and he wouldn't tell us anything. But just before the attack yesterday, he came to the Clinic." "He did? And you didn't catch him?" Daphne's eyes filled with concern. Xander shook his head. "No, he was gone when I got there." "He must have magic," Daphne said. "This is no ordinary human Hunter." "No, he's a supernatural hunter," I corrected. "He said that God created his kind." "God wouldn't have done that." Daphne smirked, shaking her head. "That's what I said," I replied. "Personally, I think Hunters were created by a witch with a vendetta against supernatural creatures."

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

"You intend to reject my daughter. Do it quickly. I don’t want her bonded to you." Hunter’s laugh echoed through the room—deep, mocking. His aura grew heavier, filling the space with a dangerous tension. Xander and his sons stiffened, their instincts screaming at them about the threat before them. When Hunter finally stopped laughing, his expression turned more sinister. "Reject her?" he said, dripping with sarcasm. "Do you really think that’s my intention?" Hunter stood, his movements slow and deliberate. He towered over the room, exuding the dominance of a predator cornering its prey. "I want to meet your daughter," he declared. "call her"

His eyes glow white as snowfall. Hunter (to himself): “Mountains remember. And I have not forgotten the scent of exiles.” He kneels beside a pawprint in ash. Hunter (smiling): “She walks among them. The half-blood Queen. And the bastard prince follows.” He releases a signal flare. Three more flares answer across the valley. Hunter (low growl): “Time to cleanse the peaks.” The Mountain Stirs A deep chamber beneath the village. Xavier follows a dream—his feet bare, pulled by a force older than thought. The stone is warm beneath him.

I lean in, my voice now a growl in his ear “She’s the hunter’s daughter.”

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.