Hunter Age Manga Novels & Stories

she asked. “Nowhere,” I said. A lie. I had gone back to the darkest day of my life. But she didn’t press. She never does. Instead, she reached up and touched my cheek. “I’m still here, Ares.” I covered her hand with mine. “I know,” I said quietly. “And I’m never letting you go again.” Across the garden, Hunter stood alone. Not broken anymore. Not lost. Free. Kage’s death had changed him but not in the way tragedy usually does. It didn’t destroy him.

Grandmother’s stone body stepped out of the canal. Water streamed from her dark crown. Shigure looked past me. She happened. Grandmother opened her hand. A black spear formed. She threw it. Shigure pushed me down. The spear passed over us and struck Harun’s chest. The beast roared. Its lanterns shattered. Darkness poured from beneath its scales. Shigure ran to it. Stay with me. Harun snapped weakly at his arm. Yes, I know. Shigure pressed his bloody palm against the creature’s wound. Silver symbols spread across its scales.

"I wasn't joking before." I looked at her. "About what?" "That man...Gretonia." A cold breeze swept through the trees. "He really is hunting bloodlines." The humor vanished completely. "So tell me," I said quietly. "What exactly is a bloodline?" 🦊HOMURA🦊 For a moment, I simply stared at the hunter girl who claimed she wasn't a hunter. She looked genuinely confused. Wait is she not pretending? Isn't this a tactic for fishing for information?

Hunter felt the gush of wet blood before the searing pain. As Hunter lurched sideways, Hotuaekhaashtait grabbed hold of Hunter’s exposed, untamed locks, and used them to snap his head backwards. Without a second thought, Hunter sheared through his trapped hair (the source of his lineage, his heritage, and which his mother had told him to never cut) and pulled away just in time to avoid the keen edge of the knife whooshing by his exposed throat.

He doesn’t even scream when my teeth latch onto his throat. I kill all of them. Sniffing them out from their hiding places. Ripping their heads from their tender little bodies. I didn’t care if the other humans saw me. They needed to know that we couldn’t be fucked with. Charging through the house, I could smell how we had lost many. They had been directly hit in the heart and there would be no coming back from that. Aslow, Aiden and many of the others were surrounded by dead Hunter’s in the garden. Aiden has an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Aslow is preparing to remove it.

He pauses and my breathing hitches. "What?" I cannot hide my surprise. "Yea. Hunters don't age quicker like Humans, just like Vampires and Werewolves, too, do not, however, our life span isn't as long as theirs. That's the only exception." What does that mean? He seems to read my mind, because he starts to explain. "When a Hunter reaches the age of two hundred and fifty, it's like being ninety in the human age count. From that count till three hundred, the Hunter is basically a very old man, on the inside, actually. Our body, on the outside, doesn't usually age than a typical, healthy sixty-year old human, regardless of the gender." He tells me. I am stunned that my mouth is open.

The burning blade sliced his head clean off no blood at all. “Damn that was a good fucking throw, Mina.” I said, still shooting and killing Vampmons. Hunter let out a loud roar and went straight in the group of Vampmons that were attacking Ocean and Tavie. Tackling one and ripping his head off in one bite and using his claws to rip through the chest of the other. He killed all four Vampmons without ever putting his front paws on the ground. Mina was hanging on for dear life. “Hey man what the hell was that? You gotta warn a motha fucka before you go on a killing spree. And why the hell you have me doing all that shit if you could have killed half these motha fuckas without me doing shit?” I

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.

“Of course, I don’t. And Dad told me not to talk to strangers.” “I’m not a stranger, Hunter. I’m your friend.” I smiled, “My name is Blue.” “That’s a strange name. How old are you?” “I’m one eighty-five. What about you?” Hunter was shocked to hear that, and it took him a while to recover. “You’d be my great-great-great-great grandma. I’m…I’m…well, five and a half.” “In human years, I must be around eighteen,” I explained. I don’t know why I was offended because he said I could be his grandmother. “I’m not that old.”

When he saw such a scene, astonishment tinged his tone. It had never occurred to him that even a famous family like the Harusame would actually participate in this kind of underground bounty hunt. These guys were willing to toss away their family customary for the sake of money. “Hahahahaha, so it’s true. Those are the men of the Harusame family. Kenzo, can an old dog like you be any more shameless?” Yamamoto laughed out loudly. His laughter was filled with dense mockery. He blasted away several of the Harusame clan’s warriors with absolute combat power. Suddenly, a cold light flashed before his eyes. Yamamoto felt a chill in his chest right away.