Dodgeball Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“No” king Salazar falls to his knees, “you wicked people, you will pay for this.” My vision tunnels. I can’t believe what I just saw. Tyler is on his knees screaming. “I hate seeing you like this, you’ll be happy to hear, we have one last surprise for you before we go. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll join your mother shortly” he hunter smiles and nods his head at the other hunters. In sequence they begin throwing objects that stick to the side of the dome. What are those things?

You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With what you said?” The hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes, he’s barely moved and I take a good look at him. Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips.

“You’re obsessed.” “It’s strange, that’s all.” “Yeah, I know,” she says. “But it’s supposed to be like that. Come inside. We’re having venison.” “Who killed a deer?” That’s usually my job. “Steele did it,” Lyra says. “Steele’s a terrible hunter.” She shrugs. “He’s been practicing with his darts.”

Each small token felt like a small verdict handed down on someone’s life. I thought about the hunters, about the way they moved like a religion, how they had lists and codes and a taste for ritual. They were a force that cut in both directions. To control them would mean to get my hands into a machinery I was not sure I wanted to understand. But controlling the hunters meant fewer surprises. It meant I could direct the violence in a way that kept Aurelia a step away from fire.

A stranger I loved so much. But I will be fine, he will be fine, and both will go over it. Not like he did not do that being with my best friend in his car. I knew from before that Rebecca was a little bit sluty, but I did not know she was looking for my husband. Ex-husband, whatever. "Ohh and by the way, Rebecca is ok." "I don't care."He answers fast avoiding my eyes again. Is it a little bit strange to see Hunter avoiding my glare because usually he is the one intimidating me and dominating me with his eyes? But not today, and not anymore.

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.