Hunter Toh Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

If you fail you have two options, remain here until death do you part, or die, simple as that, hunters don't have a retirement fund, your retirement is nailed into a coffin, and that's the end of it. Lilly drew the car into a parking space and the doors got closed behind them, just right of a haystack the two went into a very narrow staircase that was made to look like a drainage duct, it then opened up to the labyrinth of underground tunnels sprawled across the farm. Lit up by very old and fading lamps and the cobblestone walls were decorated only by weapons used in the history of the cross, axes, swords, maces and clubs, Danté still wanted to know who had the brains to bring a club to a va

Seemed like they hadn't been touched for a long time. I picked up the first one. It was a portrait of Boomer, drawn as if it was not an artwork but a real picture. The colors blended with each other so well like some professional artist put their heart and soul in it. The second one was of Doser... then another of the boys together… and one of Karen. At the end of the canvases there were written the letters 'H. K.'. H. K. Hunter King. Hunter drew all these? Admiration filled my heart.

"Your family has already accepted me. The problem is that you always contradict me, and I don't think they like it.” I roll my eyes, although I agree. "I'm not good for being submissive, Hunt.” Hunter closes his eyes for a moment, his forehead curled up in concentration. "I just imagined you wearing a black bustiê, heels, and holding a whip" makes you stare at my face with a bright smile. "Are you confessing that your fetish is to have a hot night with me, buddy?” I snore. Your eyes light up. "Is this Suzy a character for the photos your friend is taking, or a sample of what you hide?”

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

He pulled a stool in front of me and scouted between my thighs, pulling a small table of tools to his side – complete with a tattoo gun, towels, stencils, and a thin felt tipped pen. A hitch made its way from my throat. As he looked up from between my legs, an irresistible smirk curled and I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip. A warm palm pressed on the inside of my thigh as his other hand began tracing over my scar. I tried to move my head forward, to see what he was doing, but he pressed me back with an arched brow.

someone said, coming up to me and sitting beside me, his legs crossed. “Which one?” He pointed to the rear end where someone stood, his back to me caressing the painting. A little girl looking into a dark tunnel and holding a dying lamp. “It's nice, do you know the artist?” I asked, curious to know. The young man chuckled, his laugh breaking. “The mafia heir to the house of Devon. Paul Devon, the mafia with a heart, but dead,” he explained, his gaze not leaving my face. “I've never heard of them,” I muttered a bit embarrassed, but it seemed he didn't care.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

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.