Hunter Hunter Hisoka Novels & Stories

I repeat, my teeth clenched as I notice Hunter's grip on the gun tightens. "Of course, sir." She comments, running out of the room. With each moment ticking by, the Reaper's patience seems to diminish. Hunter cocks the gun, getting ready to shoot me. "I'm not a patient man, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger. I close my eyes instinctively, anticipating feeling a bullet pass through me. When I don't I slowly open one eye, wondering why I'm not screaming out in pain. "Do you like to play games?" Hunter asks, his face void of emotion.

Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night.

Hunter said loudly as he shifted into his wolf and tried to distract the guy. Lin’s arm shifted back into her normal human hand and she rushed away, the ground still shaking under them even though the shaking was going away. Hunter rushed towards The Reaper with the intention of attacking him and maybe it was because so much was happening and the guy was distracted, because he actually managed to land a solid hit on the guy. The Reaper almost fell but gained his composure. Just as he was ready to teach Hunter a lesson, the guy was already gone. Instead of chasing behind them, he allowed them to leave. Doing the game of chase would just be childish and he was not one for child’s play.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

“I was wondering if the girls needed anything? I also wanted to know if I could clean up the living room? It’s kind of a mess.” Elena nodded. “Yeah. We’re done.” “Okay. Do you need anything before I go?” “Where are you going?” “Dad and I are going to hunt.” “Nope. We’re good.” Elena burst out laughing when he left. “Girl, you’re so innocent. I like this one. It feels good.” Tasha raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you want that one?” “I… sure.” “Okay. I’ll order it for you.”

These aren't all bloodthirsty killers seeking revenge; some are just pack members following orders, caught up in something bigger than they understand. One face in particular stands out, a young hunter whose scent carries traces of fear and recognition. I remember him from Sebastian's dungeons, remembering pulling him from a cage where he'd been left to die after refusing to participate in one of Sebastian's "experiments." He owes me his life, and the conflict in his eyes tells me he hasn't forgotten. "You call me a murderer," I say, my voice carrying across the clearing with supernatural clarity. "But what do you call someone who stands by while innocents are tortured? What do you call some

"Like I care what you fucking permit! And when the hell did I become yours?" "Al, catch!" The male hunter shouted before something was tossed through the air in a high arc. I didn't register what was happening until a blade was plunged deep into my wrist. The shock and sudden pain made me release the hunter involuntarily, and she didn't waste the opportunity to start running toward the man.

Then, suddenly everything happened at once. A sharp thwip sound echoed in the room, and Jonah and Ryder both grunted in pain, their bodies going rigid before collapsing to the floor. “Shit!” I cursed, getting behind a sofa for cover as I scanned the area. Hunter stepped out of the shadows, a smirk on his face, holding the tranquillizing gun that had taken my friends out. His face glinted with satisfaction. “Well, well, well,” Hunter drawled, his voice dropping with condescension. “I definitely was not expecting you three, but this is almost better. Saved me the trouble of hunting you down later.”

Nevertheless, he asked politely, “May I know what it is about the Hunter Organization that you wish to tell me?” “Well, not much. I just want you to know that we didn’t abandon Zandor. We are gathering our strength to take it back in one fell swoop.” “We?” Mane asked. “Yes. Let me reintroduce myself. I am God King Brahman. I am the real Head of the Hunter Organization.”

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).