Dark Continent Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

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

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

He asked as he furtively looked around. “I can barely catch your scent, it is like you erased your presence,” I said. He nodded. “Its one of the ways that I blend in and it takes years of training.” He answered. “How did you know Icarus is doing it?” “Xena has been looking for him for hours now and cannot find him.” I answered. Dominic made no reply but I could feel him smile in response. We walked in silence until we began to reach the quiet part of the city. Here it was filled with dilapidated houses, homeless werewolves and drug addicts passed out in the streets.

I hissed. Hunter chuckled and raised his arms in surrender. "I'm sorry, OK? I just love teasing you. You know that you are hot, and your scent is a serious turn-on to at least ninety percent of the creatures living in the Dark Realm, and yet you're so adorably innocent…"

Broken furniture, shattered windows, cracks in the walls. "What happened here?" Jaxon and Lucien exchanged guilty glances. "We had a disagreement," Lucien said carefully. "You fought." It wasn't a question. "While I was unconscious." "We worked it out," Jaxon said quickly. "We're cooperating now. I promise." I wanted to be angry, but I was too tired. Too much pain. "Tell me about the hunters." They exchanged another look, this one more serious. "They're called the Order of the Silver Dawn," Lucien began. "They're an international organization that's been hunting supernatural beings for over a thousand years. They believe we're threats to humanity that need to be eliminated."

“Exactly. And I'm here to protect everyone. What's the issue here?” As I engaged in a tense dialogue with the hunter leader, I noticed Xander examining their equipment from his hidden position. His eyes opened wide when he noticed a symbol on one of their cars – a fancy eye inside a triangle. He looked at me and gave a small nod. We'd seen that symbol before, in old books about supernatural hunters. This was no ordinary group.

"That's what I thought as well, not until, I saw and heard everything myself. She confessed a lot of things to me. How she killed my... mothers. Mine and Doris. We aren't really sisters but still, we are sisters" Doris' eyes widened. No one said a word. There was ultimate silence. "She needed my blood in order to put her daughter, Celia into control, and to do that, she created the DHC- "DHC? What's that?" Frank asked again. He seemed to be the inquisitive type of person. "Dark hunters cartel. They specialize in hunting and killing supernatural though their main games are vampires" Lucas answered, on Tessa's stand. Karl angrily bit his lips.

No one really can just leave the underworld you need approval from the all mighty and have an escort to and fro with limited stay or you become rouge. Choosing to become the latter my father becoming dramatic sent word that I left and now hunters are after me. I hate my father and no doubt he hates me. He just wants to save face and keep control over his things. I’ll show him quick I don’t belong next to him not now not ever. The hunters are known for their speed and persistence also their winning streak, they always catch their prey. If I didn’t know any better, I think my father sent them to just kill me and be over with it. But no I’m alive and I get to decide who I live this life.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

They look at me with suspicion though. A man who looks like an older version of Zach steps forward. “I’m glad you made it back,” he says. “Though I was expecting that if you returned with anyone, it would be with Caden.” “I wasn’t able to find him,” Zach explains. “Though of course, I’ll keep looking.” “I appreciate that. In the meantime, who’s this?” he asks, eyeing me carefully. “This is Sasha,” Zach explains. I step forward. “I found her wandering the woods. Alone and scared. So, I helped her and brought her back here.”