Hatsu Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Alpha Hunter drops the wolf he was holding and looks straight at me like he was going to have me as his next meal. “I want my mate back!” I yelled at him, and he looked at me with no recognition of what I was saying. I began to believe that there were no signs of Alpha Hunter in his body until Luna Ella stood and hit him with an orb of moon magic of her own as she screamed, “Give me my mate back too!”

HUNTER I thought it ended there, i really thought it did, but when the heart get too invested in something, it kills the soul and don’t let it be until it’s crushed completely I wanted mine dead at all cost I wanted to be able to look at him and feel nothing I wanted to be normal again, to be peaceful, to hate him, or at least see him as other human beings, like the rest of my teammate, like the rest of the motherfuckers that exist in this school

one from the crowd cut me in. My troops instantly growled towards that person, but since this is a place where fighting is prohibited, they controlled themselves. "Thanks, Lucas," I replied to him with a wide smile, "But to some that don't know who I am, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Hunter, the name itself tells you what I am capable of. You know what will happen to you if you have the gut to linger around my pack, uninvited in the middle of the night, climbing towards my sister's bedroom, right, Lucas?"

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

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.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

I’ve never met this person, but I feel like he might protect me if someone from Tobias’ pack comes after me. “I’m Zach,” he says, offering out his hand. “I’m Sasha,” I reply. Our eyes meet as we shake hands and I wonder if he can feel the spark too. There’s something there in the warmth of his hands, the softness of his fingertips. There’s a strange connection between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else before. “It’s nice to meet you,” he says, taking his hand back. As he does so, it feels like something is missing. “It’s nice to meet you too,” I say.

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”