How Old Is Hunter Toh Novels & Stories

"How's TJ?" I asked, carefully watching his expression. He went pale from shock and I smiled, shaking my head. "Can't believe you named him that. Toshiro Junior. How old is he this year? I think two right? Yeah, he should be two years old. A cute little boy. The caretakers say he eats and poops a lot. Wouldn't you say that his habits are...just like yours?" Toshiro quietly found a chair and his body sagged onto it. Like an old man who had hip problems. He ran his fingers through his blonde locks then sighed, not bothering to cover up anything. "How did you know? Have you been stalking me?"

I asked. “It never happened!” Hunter spoke up. “It did happen. You were about nine or ten years old back then.” Papa Joe informed me. Oh god! “What other things haven’t you told me about, Papa Joe?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, I haven’t told you about how much Hunter used to blush whenever I used to ask him about when he would ask you out.” He told me. Aww… Hunter is so cute! “I never blushed.” Hunter grumbled.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

"The last time we spoke about the TSI and you said Something about the leader being a hunter although it took me some time and almist cost me my life as I was almost caught way too many times but now it is confirmed" "How sis you find out?" "Long story short I saw her meeting up with some sort of man In secret and she looks way too young to be a leader she is the daughter to a very mysterious yet powerful hunter he pulls the strings frim behind the curtain and out his daughter in charge" "Dis you get to ses his face?" "No I didn't but all I could dig up in him was that he's full of vengeance hate and dirt bit he's wealthy and totally powerful" "Thank for your help and I'll be sure to relay t

She called out to one reason he held sacred, a reason she felt would actually cause him to take action. His panting began to pace and follow the tune that his heart rehearsed with it's pounding that narrowed the tunnel. He steeled his resolve and embodied the grief that accumulated for ten years. "it doesn't make a difference how they died, I don't..." He grunted and shallowed his words with enough emotions to contrast what his body language and action actually told to. The hunter wouldn't see truth in her words once more and even if he did, he didn't want to care, even though he cared, he would rather anguish in silence than resurface a decade worth of grief to finally seek revenge.

He looked so much like Kai, but his hair color and some different features didn’t belong to him, which made me believe that it was shared with his mate. “Hey. Good to see you too. Hello, Hunter,” I greeted politely. As I’d imagined, the boy was little, around the age of seven or so. It would have been very grave if I had agreed to teach him the mind-reading technique. “Um…nice to meet you, sir,” Hunter replied quietly. He really didn’t look like the shy type, probably likes to keep to himself. “Let’s go to the training room. There, you can warm up and teach him a few steps,” Kai said, and we made our way to the dojo he had built.

What in the ever loving hell was happening? Hunters were human damn it. At most, they lived to be a few years past hundred but by then they were nothing but skin and bones. Now, just like the damn seven sisters, Stravos has beaten mortality. He was now over two hundred years old and leader of the hunters now it appears.

Hunter said, between bites. I wolfed down the meat stew. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. Nina watched me, grinning broadly. “Baby’s very hungry,” she said. “I’m going to test my new Gamma tomorrow.” Hunter remarked, reaching for another roast potato. “Tasha’s twin brother, Teo.”

“I appreciate that. I didn’t reach this decision lightly. As many of you know, I recently remarried. My wife, Carlotta, is cutting back her hours as a nurse. We’d both like to travel and enjoy our time together. Since we’ve been married, it’s been nothing but missions, danger, injuries… I’m not as young as I used to be. It’s time I passed the torch.” When he stepped back, Hunter, the oldest, took over, naturally assuming the reins. “Hi, everyone. We don’t know much about you, except through Dad’s descriptions. Well, Tessa being the lone female makes her easy to spot. But we’d like to talk with each of you as soon as possible.”

By way of ignorance, nasty words, and scowling eyes. I didn’t ask to be born this way, it was a gift as my mother constantly tells me. But how can a gift bring someone such sorrow? My eyes find the Hunter once more. My breath hitches as he stands and his gaze almost finds me. I slink back into the shadows more, watching as he and his friends leave the feast.