Dark Continent Hunter X Hunter の小説・ストーリー

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

The doctors claimed that the chance of him ever waking was less than impossible. It took everything in me not to smile as I saw the look of fury on Hunter's face morph to the point that he was absolutely murderous. I attempted to console and comfort him. However, Hunter had gone off the ledge. I saw firsthand why he's called the Reaper. This was the exact reaction I needed him in order for my plan to be successful. Though I knew the next stage of my plan would not be nearly as easy to complete. Damian Stone had turned into a formidable opponent. His hacking abilities make him a far stronger opponent than any of us combined. I needed to be careful as to how we approached this. While Damian ma

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

“You think your howls frighten us? We’ve burned two dens this month and you’re next. We’ll line your borders with fire until there’s nothing left but ash. Mothers will bury pups, and we’ll call it justice. You’ll choke on the smoke of your own making.” A warrior at the edge of the room stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap that snapped the captive’s head to the side. He hissed, tasting blood, but his eyes still burned with fanaticism. “Kill me. It won’t matter. Another will rise in my place. You’ll regret thinking you could stand against us. We are the Hunters. We are the line that keeps this world clean. And when Dorian gives the order—we strike.” Cassian crouched low in front of him,

The wind moaned through a myriad of invisible cavities and the sound echoed through the dungeons, sounding like lost souls searching for deliverance. “Hunter, let us not waste each other’s time. Tell me what I want to know, and you can get back to wallowing in your defeat and I can get back to my lovely mate.” He stared at me in stony silence. “Very well, then,” I sighed. “I was hoping for an easier approach, but I see you prefer pain.” “You can torture me until doomsday, Lycan, but I will never tell you where they’ve taken those children.” His conviction was admirable, but he was a fool if he thought he could withstand my powers.

With newfound determination, she chose to face the challenges ahead, embracing the darkness as a canvas for her own journey. Back in the realm of the confrontation, Hunter clashed with The Reaper, facing the embodiment of darkness with unwavering determination. The dark tendrils reached out to ensnare him, but Hunter, drawing strength from the remnants of his shattered bond with Lin, fought back with fierce resilience. "You may have broken our bond, but the love we shared was real. No amount of darkness can erase that," Hunter declared, his voice cutting through the shadows. The Reaper, infuriated by Hunter's resilience, intensified his attacks. Dark energies clashed with the remnants of the