Hatsu Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“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,”

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

Hunter hollered, his voice thundering across the field. He was pissed and I don’t know why, but the thought pleased me. I looked back over at Kyra, who had ignored Hunter and threw a blast of energy and fire fuzed together, at Rex. It hit him with enough force he was thrown back and went through the side of the storage building. She hit me with that same attack earlier, but it hadn’t been that hard.

Tommy immediately understood the flow of this strange conversation. "Listen, potato woman. In this organization, the entire Hunter is only thirty humans. And you're the 1456th who entered the organization. If only we didn't notice you as The Hunter in your coffee shop, sooner or later, you would be put into small pieces even though your bones can no longer be put together for an autopsy because of the devil's actions." Iris was silent with her mouth slightly open. She was a 1456th Hunter who entered the organization. A number that didn't matter to remember, and Iris immediately touched her forehead.

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

He pointed at Kaze and shouted angrily, “Get your men to kill the guy. He attacked my people and trashed my casino. He nearly beat me to death.” The middle-aged man named Hunter had been a loyal subordinate to Cronus, Hades’ uncle. Hunter furrowed his brows without resorting to anything hasty. Despite his age, Kaze had the nerve to destroy the place. It was clear that he was more than what he put out to be. Hunter had to get to the bottom of who Kaze was first before anything else. While sizing Kaze up, Hunter said solemnly, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around. I guess you’re not from around Lilyrose. Can I ask what Hades had done that led you to trash the casino and the customers’ cars?”

She may be lying to find a way to escape. "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... has a tattoo on her left waist... it's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly humans who dared to kill my kind always made me hate them. Why is my mate the enemy I hate the most? It's ironic! Is fate toying with me? Just because I thought I didn't need my mate because mates were such a nuisance, did the moon goddess punish me by g

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.