Hunter Toh Fanart Novels & Stories

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

When Hunter returned, the very air in the room changed. He had changed into simple black shorts and a sleeveless shirt that clung to the hard, defined planes of his chest and shoulders. His left arm was a full sleeve of intricate, dark tattoos, swirling over every contour of his muscle down to his wrist. His hair was damp, dark brown strands falling across his forehead. He ran a hand through it, making it messier, and a few threads settled over his eyes. He looked like a perfect, handsome devil...wild, untamed, and devastatingly attractive in a way that felt completely dangerous. I forced myself to look away as he took a seat opposite me.

I ask, turning my back and grabbing gear from the duffle bag that sat on the floor. “A pack of nightmare horses,” Eli responds with a shudder in his voice. I throw my quiver with arrows over my shoulder along with my bow. I grab the whip, and in incase these don’t do the trick, the swords that were gifted to me by Hunji. Damon, New Moon’s genius omega, Alpha Xander, and Lyric had tried to replicate Senko’s static electrical weapons but unfortunately none, so far, have figured out to hold a charge or create the combined elements of silver and the charged electrical force that he used. Even using Mike and his newfound powers to charge them hadn't worked.

Holly took the painting over from the table by the side and carefully opened it. Hunter's gaze lit up as his eyes followed the unfolding of the painting. He stood up and bent over the painting, gently touching the mountain with the slide of his fingers. He muttered, "It's this feeling… This feeling… "This towering mountain, this cascading waterfall, this lush forest, this caravan, these horses—they were painted so wonderfully!" Hunter's eyes slowly became moist as he looked at the painting.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

All three of them looked at me weirdly, probably thinking what business a cry baby had being there in the first place. I managed to say hello to them and introduce myself without my last name just to break the ice. In exchange, they did the same. One of the hunter's name was Akio. The next hunter's name was Miguel, and the third hunter's name was Danjuma; he asked me to call him Dan. There was no female in the house, and I figured it was because ruthless Ruth would not allow it. "I asked them to come so you could have sparring partners," Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

I don't. "Put something on, for god’s sake." "My pants are confetti somewhere in those trees. Knock yourself out looking." "I'm not looking for your pants." "You don’t seem to be having any trouble looking at my dick." "I did not." "Hunter." His name still lands, three weeks running, every single time. "You absolutely did." His jaw sets, that muscle going under the stubble, and the worst part of me reads it as a point on the board and immediately wants another.

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br