Funny Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed, and I laughed, slinging one right back at him. Holy fuck, I’d missed this. We spent the next hour pummeling each other into exhaustion. When we finally lay on our backs, facing the sky, laughing, bloody, and filthy, night had fully settled in. "You know," Hunter panted, "sometimes I think you do this shit on purpose." I snorted. "God, you sound like my wife." I breathed out, watching the cloud of vapor dissipate. The cold was gone now, replaced by the heat and the familiar ache of a good fight.

My sense of right and wrong and who I was died the day my pack did. “You didn’t hear?” Hunter drawled, a genuinely wicked smile playing on his lips. He’s an absolute perv, or at least he’s playing it well - Aksala growled. He will be one of the most satisfying kills - I replied, looking down so no one could see I was talking to my wolf. I was almost surprised by Hunter’s reaction. I thought he would be at least a bit remorseful. They were always closer and seemed to leave Nolan out entirely sometimes.

“I bet Daddy is just as crazy about you, too. Isn’t he, you little Prey Hunter?” “So, about hunting?” Tara laughed. “I already asked the sleuth to bring the town two dozen deer and butcher it for you. Is there anything else?” I hesitated. “Actually, there is. Ummm…. So, my mom bought me some stuff… but I’m nervous…” Tara raised an eyebrow at me. “What kind of stuff?” I blushed. “You told me to get laid…..” Her eyes widened. “Ohhhhh… that kind of stuff.” She glanced at Mona. “You gonna keep an eye on your nephew while I do my best friend thing?”

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

he asked innocently, still wearing that insulting grin. “Stop laughing at me!” I groaned. If Klaus wasn’t here, I would’ve pulled out my gun and grazed his head with a bullet. I was a better shot than him, anyway. “I can’t help it,” Hunter replied. “We finished the job scratch-free, only for a chick to give you a black eye.” Ro snorted. Klaus’ eyes twitched, clearly fighting off the urge to join the fun at my expense. Since I’m the youngest on our team, they always make fun of me. I’m used to it, but that doesn’t mean I like it.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

"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.

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

Was this Hunter’s second cold joke? Hunter said seriously, “I never joke. I wish you all a good time. Thank you!” Hunter left after he was done speaking. The live broadcast room was revived after more than ten seconds. There were overwhelming comments that kept popping up like a tidal wave, with only one core meaning— ‘Help! Sienna is actually the boss of the Universal Atrium! Oh my God, I’m stupefied!’