Hunter Hunter Hisoka Novels & Stories

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

"Who's the 'someone' that you are talking about?" Kasper looks at her for a couple of minutes. The guardian saw the different emotions in his dark red eyes. For the first time in his life, he was feeling anxious, he thinks that he doesn't know himself and could not control some of his actions since he meet her. "It's... It is the werewolf hunter. I think that she is my mate," Kasper responded in a low tone. The guardian was stunned because of what she heard. "What should I do guardian Kitsune?"

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

“As for what the mayor is trying to achieve, it has nothing to do with us. Even if we find out, we can just turn a blind eye. “He wants to help Hannah to be the chief or fight back against Sanwell Finances, I don’t care, but if he steps on my tail, then I can’t just let him go like that.” Hunter put the cup down and then pulled his phone out to call someone. “Director Weather? I’m Hunter. I need a favor. After this, we’re equal.” … Meanwhile in Refined Blade Dojo, a street away from Drake Gym, Casius was enjoying tea and listening to Ryokan songs.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

And in less than a few seconds someone jumped from behind the tree where we were standing. And when we saw who it was, Aikee and I immediately jumped back. I immediately prepared my sword. As Aikee immediately grabbed his shuriken. Argus's Hunter grinned at us. The hunter we once faced in the center. The Hunter we totally avoid. The hunter whose only weapon is his sniper. The hunter with that name. . . Sandro. "Calm down old -fashioned hunters," he laughed. "Nice meeting you again . . . Prodigies . . . "

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

"Your silver-tipped arrow bounced off it." He’s getting loud now, finally, nineteen hours of swallowed volume coming up all at once. "Silver bounced and you reloaded. You put another bolt on the string with the same arm it broke ten seconds later. Who does that?" "A hunter. It's the job." "The job." He laughs and there's nothing amused in it. "And when the job wins? What do I do then? What exactly am I supposed to do if something happens to-" I kiss him. To shut him up.