Novel & Cerita Hunter Hunter Killua

My wolf howled, exhilarated. The hunter groaned, dragging himself up. Blood streaked his face, but his smile was vicious. “The rumors were true,” he rasped, eyes flicking to my stomach again. “That child’s no ordinary pup. Power like that....” Kael’s snarl cut him off. “You’ll never speak of it again.” He lunged, claws flashing, but the hunter twisted with desperate strength. His hand closed around the fallen dagger, blade glinting as he drove it upward, straight toward me.

His aura ignited fully, spiraling and coiling around him like liquid fire. Every emotion—rage, fear, grief—fueled the energy, surging outward in deadly arcs. Slashes of golden light struck the figure again and again, carving the fog, ripping through branches, sending water and mud spraying in chaotic torrents. The first Hunter, caught in the golden storm, howled as one strike cleaved its shoulder, toppling it into the swamp with a sickening crash. Lucien and Jules seized the opportunity. Lucien darted through mist and water, claws extended, striking the second Hunter across its side and leg. Jules’ dagger slashed in tandem, piercing vital muscle, finally ending it with a decisive thrust.

Meanwhile, Hunter managed to call me and explain what had happened as he waited for me to arrive. He looked into the pool, at the reflection of the moon, and staring at the reflection of the moon in Li Lake drove him to insanity. He believed that he was destined to eliminate all supernatural beings, as he could see them for what they truly were; he could force them to transform, and this made them vulnerable. "He possesses all special weapons and accessories to kill werewolves, vampires, witches, and anything else," he continued, his voice filled with a pain that he couldn't define through his words.

I managed to catch her last words to me " Don't give up." Tears I thought I had exhausted earlier trickled down my cheeks as I held Lena's lifeless body, sobbing my eyes out. My mourning was however interrupted by a sharp heavy kick on my ribs which detached me from Lena, sending me slamming on the walls before slumping on the floor. I coughed out a mouthful of blood, my head suddenly feeling heavy and vision disoriented. " Very well Kiara. It seems I underestimated the extent of your cruelty." Hunter barked, his voice pulling me from whatever knockout his kick gave me. I struggled to lift my aching body to look him in the face and when I did, I wished I didn't.

It was in large sticks and there was a basket of scraps that could be melted down to make things with. We said goodbye to Alpha Kyler and Luna Zila along with their sweet son, Hunter. He was adorable and I knew by the look on Killian’s face after each time I talked with the boy, he was thinking about our future. Hold on there buddy. We have a war to win before I even think of bringing life into this world.

This time Kael moved. His massive black form shot into the darkness like a shadow, disappearing between the trees as he hunted the shooter. Ariana barely noticed. She was already beside the silver wolf. The enormous creature struggled to remain standing. Blood dripped steadily onto the snow-covered ground. Tears filled Ariana's eyes. "Please don't die." The silver wolf looked at her. Those pale silver eyes were filled with something she couldn't understand. The wolf slowly lowered itself onto the ground. Then something impossible happened.

I frowned, unsure of what he was doing. "I got a pulse!" He shouted, and just like that, everything changed. Hunter stopped what he was doing and jumped off the stage. I looked up in horror to see the lifeless body of Deathstroke spread out on the mat, blood oozing around him. I wasn't even sure if he was even alive or not. It was clear that Hunter, or rather the Reaper, didn't hold back. Unleashing his full anger on the man that nearly killed Sienna.

"I know you came all this way for her, but I’m afraid you’ll be leaving empty-handed. She’s the price Antonio De Luna will pay for all his betrayals." As Giovanni walked closer to Aleah, Guiller discreetly slipped a gun into Hunter’s hand. Hunter didn’t look at Guiller, but he accepted the weapon without hesitation. His focus remained on Aleah, who stood frozen in fear as Giovanni approached. "Hey, nosy girl," Hunter called out, his voice steady and calm. Aleah’s head snapped toward him, her eyes locking onto his. "Look at me. It’s okay. I’ll get you out of this. I promise."

He was going to kill our Mate, and he would pay with his life. Killian's eyes widened as he saw me charging forward in hospital scrubs. If we weren't in the middle of a war, I would've laughed at how silly I must've looked. The Hunter raised his gun and aimed it at my chest. I could see when the first shot left the Hunter's gun, and I could hear it as it whizzed by my ear. Killian snarled and worked even harder to kill the four rogues that attacked him, his eyes focused on me.

The whole crowd was still silent after witnessing Weston’s death but Flavius’ mental laughter didn’t stop until Hunter let out an ear-splitting howl of anguish as he picked the metal claw and sent it flying straight to where Flavius was sitting. I felt like my throat tightened and dried when I watched how the same weapon that killed Weston pierced through Flavius’ chest and killed the old man in an instant, stopping him from laughing until he fell on his chair and went all silent and dead. But Hunter’s anger never stopped there because he still attacked the two giant fighters in front of him and killed them one by one by ripping their body parts to pieces.