Dodgeball Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

“Bring me to my post, to my place, I will radio, the police, there illegal hunter inside” Dexter, cannot move fast in the forest without the help from Shayne. Once he holds the hands of Shayne, he can also walk in the air, on the top of the tress and vegetation, as if he is flying. “Calling headquarter, there is illegal hunter inside the forest” he called his headquarter He called several times, before some one answered him, from the end of the line. “Acknowledge, how many are they? What they are doing?” “They are shooting animals I don’t know how many are they”

I tell him. “I’m going to kill that Alpha want a be if he hurt a hair on her head.” Hunter growled into the phone and hung up. My warriors regrouped and we took off in the direction of the trail. Not too far in we came across a grizzly carcass and blood and carnage was everywhere. Quickly I sniffed the blood and was happy to smell that it wasn’t Ella’s but Damon’s. Hopefully he is hurt and if Ella did break free then he is wounded enough not to catch her.

Perfect. Caleb signaled to the other hunters, wordless gestures that Damon had learned over weeks of practice. They moved into position, surrounding the buck, cutting off its escape. The buck sensed something wrong. It raised its head, nostrils flaring, eyes scanning. But it could not see the hunters, still hidden in the trees, still downwind, still patient. Caleb drew his bow. Damon watched, barely breathing, as his father aimed and released. The arrow flew straight and true, striking the buck behind the shoulder, piercing its heart. The animal staggered, took two steps, and fell.

Hunter was a peak-level grandmaster who practiced the art of fists. As they spoke, Kayson noticed through mind expansion that Zidane had already returned, carrying someone who was on the brink of death from the serious injuries he sustained. Kayson got up right away and leaped out the window, scaring Livia so much that she nearly cried for him out of instinct. Kayson landed in front of Zidane and asked, “Grandpa Gould, he’s Mr. Hunter Dodd?” Zidane almost attacked Kayson due to his abrupt appearance and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was him. He quickly answered, “Hunter’s very badly injured. Kayson, see if he can still be rescued!”

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it