Hatsu Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

It's Hunter, his eyes shining with malice. “Leaving so soon?” He taunts us, and there is a cruel smirk playing on his lips. I’m irritated because I know that in a fair battle, we would have taken this loser down a long time ago. I grit my teeth, my grip tightening on my sword. “Where is Hazel?” I demand, my voice dripping with anger. Hunter's smirk widens, his expression gleeful. “Oh, she's safe.” He says, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “For now.”

The girl’s name was Yuri Kirisawa, now Phantom XIII of the Hati elites. In Shinjuku, located in the Tokyo district of Japan, was the headquarters of Hati. The headquarters looked like any normal place of work – looking almost like an ordinary office building. But the members of Hati, as well as the top government officials of Japan who knew about Hati’s existence knew better; things are not always as they seemed.

One hand goes behind his head, while the other rests on the abs that he has for a belly. His unruly strands are scattered over his brows as he looks at me with a squinted eye. The green of the latter, the white of his hair, the black of the eyepatch, and the tan of his skin; all coming together to trigger something in me. Something that I’m battling to hold back. And him casually lying like that on the bed only makes it more risky, even for me. Especially for me. My fingers tighten around the scissors when Hunter sighs. He brings his stare to the hand, then looks at me again. This time, as he mutters, he sounds tired; almost frustrated. “There are no more victims, Heidi. You’re not a victim.

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?"

"My name is Rose." "Yuki," she said bluntly. Gustav was slightly surprised. "I thought you seemed familiar. It is you! Yuki Nakamrua, the Dead-Eye Archer! My, how could have not recognised you?" He slapped his forehead. "It's fine sir, I'm nothing but a Hunter." Gustav let out a scoff. "A Hunter who is great enough to earn a title. Not many can achieve that." "It is nothing big. Anyhow, let's not talk about me."

Not long ago, she was the one who always said those words. “What do you people want with me?” Nadine asked. “We know what you are.” The other one said. “Who are you?” Nadine asked. “I'm Juan.” The one with the gun said. “And I'm Lorenzo.” The other replied, “We're members of the Lycan Annihilators.” Nadine began to sweat, “From that name, I can infer that you two kill lycanthropes.” Nadine said shakily, already wondering how painful it would be when they pumped her body full of silver.

His gaze ascends to bore into Hunter’s eyes. “I’m bond. James bond,” Atticus mocks. Hunter detracts his hand and I shake my head at him. “I’m Lele Ballo and this is my younger brother Atticus and my little bro, Josh.” Joshua warmly waves his hand at Hunter and he kindly smiles back at him. Hunter’s gaze springs between Atticus and I, and he jams his thumb behind his shoulder to signal to the stable behind him. “I assume you were heading for a ride?” I nod and Hunter looks back at me with an earnest expression.