Dodgeball Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Pain rips through my skull even without touching me. “AMBUSH!!!!” Jaxon roars and his men scatter. I move fast. I rip a net free before it fully deploys and throw it back. It catches a hunter mid-step, slams him into a tree. A bullet pierces through me as the shock clips my arm. I grunt but keep moving. Midnight surges, furious. She wants to help but she can’t. I take down three hunters without shifting. I used my dagger, going for their throat. One of them stares at me, eyes wide. “It’s her…..”

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

His hunting skills came in handy, too, and he did not require a gun to catch the wild boar and deer that roamed the area. Life was not ideal for Danny Yokes, but he was content to live the rest of his years in hiding in Lavon, carrying on his charade as a custodian. Everything was going well until one night in mid-October when he was vacuuming one of the fifth grade classrooms and didn’t realize his cell phone, the key to his freedom, had fallen out of his pocket and slid underneath the teacher’s desk. He wouldn’t realize it was missing until the next day, and by then, it would be too late. By then, a massive man hunt would be underway, and Danny Yokes, former Vampire Hunter turned renegade,

The hunter raised his weapon, aiming straight at my chest. Everything slowed. I saw Sophia’s face in my mind: her green eyes full of fear, her smile from other days, the faint movement of her belly. Come back, she seemed to say. Come home, Bright. The hunter pulled the trigger. A roar erupted to my right. A figure lunged with impossible speed, knocking the man down before he could fire. The weapon clattered to the ground with a metallic crash. Amid the confusion, I recognized Dante. Dante. With brutal strength, he pinned the man, twisting his arm until the hunter screamed in pain. In one swift motion, Dante wrenched the weapon away and held him down, pressing a knee into his back. The hunter

’ While Vincent wondered about this, Joel and Edgar looked at their friend, Hunter. Then, Hunter pointed to himself. “Are you calling me?” He asked Chandler. Vincent, Chandler and Adler looked at Hunter. “You said Mr. Hunter, and that’s my name,” Hunter defended. Chandler laughed. Vincent caught his forehead with his palms. And Adler just looked at the three as if they were annoying bugs. “No, Mr. Hunter,” Chandler replied to Hunter. He peered back to Adler and continued, “I called this man a Hunter because he is hunting evil guys. Right, Detective Adler?”

Hunters shoved past, boots slipping on mud, one of them stepping on the chain attached to my wrists so hard it jerked me sideways and sent pain shooting up my arms. Bullets whizzed through the rain like snapping insects. Thunder drowned out curses and screams. Rain blinds me as I look toward Dorian. He’s cutting through wolves like he was made for this. A massive wolf leaps at him, snarling. Dorian sidesteps and drives his knife up under its ribs. The wolf howls, collapsing at his feet. Another wolf charges, and Dorian shoots it point-blank in the chest before it lands on him, rolling them both into the mud.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

Grant motions for us to enter, and we follow them into the gym. Brady is holding Jagger, and Colton is holding Hunter. They’re clearly struggling; I can see the veins in Brady’s arm popping out, and Colton is sweating, trying to hold on to Hunter. Hunter breaks free suddenly, taking advantage of Colton’s slippery grip. “Brady! Duck!” Colton yells as Hunter aims for Jagger. Thankfully Brady dodges the punch, but he lets go of Jagger as a result.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Only steps away, he heard the horde coming. He dropped to one knee in firing position as his teammates escorting the diplomats rushed passed, and waited. The moment the first attacker cleared the corner he fired, hitting him in the chest. The guy fell, arms outstretched, knocking back the man behind him. Hunter shot him in the head and didn’t pause to watch him hit the floor.