How Old Is Hunter In The Owl House の小説・ストーリー

He asked. "I actually don't." Rayla replied. "How long have you been ostracized from the world in training?" Travis asked. With that statement, Rayla's hesitation to be go taken by the thread of his reveal dimmed. "How did you know?" She asked. "That you're a hunter from Mavion or that their training elites still keeps you this close to going insane?" He replied her observation. She wouldn't heed his mockery and instead released herself from her hold on him then backed away.

“What’s wrong?” I pointed to the gun, my voice shaking as I spoke. “When I was young, five years... I watched werewolf hunters blow my mother’s head off with that exact gun.” The silence that followed was deafening and Silas froze and then turned to look at the gun. "I hid behind a tree," I continued, the words tumbling out in a rush. "She told me to run, but I couldn't. I watched them corner her—watched them kill her." My voice cracked.

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.

"Because of fear, we were nervous and walked backwards while the Hunters surrounded us with terrible gazes. We had no choice but to run and they started shooting at us while shouting at us witches. If we hadn't covered ourselves with protective spells, we would have died." I was stunned by Kathleen's explanation. The Hunters used to be quite violent and I think it's natural for a child like them to be afraid. "Forgive the Hunters who have misunderstood you. Now we are more careful when capturing witches. so we won't kill innocent people." I patted Kathleen's shoulder and smiled at her. "You said you were twelve years old when it happened. So, how old are you now?" I asked because most witche

“Owen, honey? What did you just say?” Owen clammed up. He tugged on one of his new ringlets and fixed his gaze on the tiled floor of the fancy-pants bathroom we were in. I stood up and lifted my chin. “Mom, we know that Hunter Burns is our dad.” “How… how long?” “Nearly a year.” I held eye contact with her, trying not to be too grossed out that I was staring into a dead woman’s eyes. I got the whole protection thing, but doing it without even asking Mom? This guy was a jerk, that was for sure.

Ginger continued, "I'm just worried about Hunter. He's only 17 years old. He's not too young, but he isn't an adult yet, either. With no one left by his side, he would have to face life all by himself." "Mr. Sanders entrusted Hunter to me. I'll take good care of him." "I see. I've discussed it with Gabriel on our way here. That Hunter is now an orphan just like us. Hunter will always be welcome to come stay with us if he'd like. He's already like a younger brother to us anyway." Ginger still had no idea about the Flemings family's existence and was still thinking that Gabriel was an orphan like her. Ginger let out a sigh and continued, "It's a pity that Mr. Sanders had left us before Hunter

He asked, wiping some dust off the dash. “Because mom gave it to me for my sixteenth birthday, and it’s something Grandpa Benjamin left for her,” I told Hunter, starting the engine and pulled out of the driveway, heading for his school. He was in his last year of middle school, and then he would go to high school with me. I turned into the parking lot. Hunter pulled down the visor to look at himself in the mirror while combing his dark brown hair to one side. Once he finished, he turned to me with his brown eyes sporting a smirk. “Later, loser,” He laughed hysterically, as he got out and slammed the door.

"I love Axel Leonidas too." "Hunter you I have to close your eyes!" Athena appeared first and immediately ran to cover her six-year-old brother Hunter's eyes. "Sister I want to see." Hunter babbled with his small lips. "Shut up! Come on I have chocolate in my bag." Athena quickly spun Hunter's body away from the garden. Tessa and Axel held back their laughter at the sight of their 13-year-old son. Their second son Hunter Josephine turned six this month. "Axel stop, they'll get the wrong idea about where we are." Tessa punched Axel on the shoulder and walked into the house first.

He finishes with a chuckle, making me frown in pure confusion. “What?” “He likes blood. – Hunter clarifies – It’s normal, trust me. The bloodlust should settle around the age of 5-6, but since he’s not a half-breed like me, it should be even earlier.” I listen attentively to every word, leaning against his side. “Oh…”

Alex is hearing everything, and I can feel he's not liking this at all. 'I'm not sure. I'm thinking when she becomes of age, like 18 years old. Only time will allow me to tell when shes ready for something for a mate. I do feel she has strong feelings for Alex.' He stood there and I can tell hes speaking to Alex right now. I'm not sure how long I waited for them to finally get back to me, but than Hunter turn his head toward me. I can tell he still was not happy with me for asking him to this for Aurora.