Hunter X Greed Island Novels & Stories

Late January 2029 gripped Montclair, New Jersey, in a brittle frost, the air sharp as a blade. I, Elise—Xiamond—lurked in a shadowed alley near Kayla Reed’s apartment, my platinum hair matted under a black hoodie, my chipped nails clutching a burner phone. Her blue sedan sat parked on a quiet street, its brake lines freshly cut by Derek, my ally from Newark, his cruelty a mirror to my own. Kayla, her jet-black hair loose, her emerald dress from the Nexus gala (December 2028) still haunting me, carried her six-month pregnancy—my ultrasound leak (November 2028) exposed—like a trophy. She’d stolen Justin Drake, my Justin, whose hazel eyes once burned for me in 2023. Her poise at the Nexus follo

If I can locate the hunters, it’ll help Gunner and the others. I took deep breaths and relaxed my body, letting myself melt into the chair. Although the night air was cooling down, the light from the moon was keeping my skin warm. The hunters, where are the hunters? I tried to concentrate and picture them in my mind. The moonlight danced across my skin like lightning. I inhaled deeply and felt my body lift off into the air. The next thing I knew, I was high in the sky, looking down at a winding road. I could see six big black identical trucks, driving one behind the other. Where are the hunters? I quickly flew closer to the ground, the sky flashed past me like I was in fast forward. I came t

The cryptic mention of ‘the heart of the island. Liam listened, his focus absolute. “So the Instance core isn’t a place on the map. It’s a creature. The source of the song, the phenomenon draining the tourists. Find it, and we find our way out.” My conclusion exactly. The path ahead vanished into mist and twisted trunks. We had to move. Daylight was burning, and night here promised more than just darkness. It promised Jenna. It promised a stronger, faster Wren. It promised a jungle that learned.

The festival is louder than I expected. Music. Laughter. Lights. Humans pretending the dark doesn’t exist. Jason stands beside me in the shadows behind the vendor tents, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd like a wolf waiting for a slip in the herd. “She’s here somewhere,” he mutters. “I can feel it.” I can feel her too. Raven. Her magic hums through the air like a pulse, growing stronger with every hour. The full moon is close. And the Hallow inside me stirs in anticipation. But something else stirs too. Something older. Something mine.

Before Finn's jaw could articulate a smooth response, the rear boundary gate of the villa swung open with a loud, metallic clatter, signaling the high-velocity arrival of their extended pack elements. "My tracking sensors explicitly indicated that the culinary fire event initiated precisely thirty minutes ago, yet my optical receptors detect zero plates distributed across this lawn!" Isabella Reyes bellowed, leading the forward march onto the grass layout with her signature playful energy, a beautifully healthy, year-old wolf pup balanced securely against her hip. Tyler Brooks followed closely behind her flank, his arms loaded with additional supplies and beach towels for the afternoon festi

a guard yelled, boots splashing through the puddles behind me. I turned a sharp corner into a narrower passage filled with dumpsters and stacks of plastic shipping crates. My breathing came in rough gasps. Up ahead, an old maintenance hatch sat flush against the ground, its lid resting slightly crooked over a drainage pipe. I dropped to my knees, sliding through the mud, and used my bound hands behind my back to feel for the lip of the hatch. My fingers caught the rough iron edge. I pulled with all my strength, dragging the lid back just enough to create a gap.

Two hours later, a black helicopter with Dragon Group’s logo on it arrived at the nameless island where Zack Cassidy was located… The helicopter was only twenty meters above the ground. From the co-pilot’s seat, Xyla Quest could clearly observe the situation below. A lush forest covered the large island, and she couldn’t see what was beneath at all. At first, she thought she’d be able to see Zack and the others from up there and that she’d be able to determine where exactly someone could live on the island…

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

--- ## The Blood-Bond We hiked deep into the heart of the territory, toward the **High Cliffs** where the Pack had its oldest dens. The forest felt different. It wasn't "Optimized" for beauty. There were dead trees rotting in the shadows; there were thorns that scratched my arms; there were insects buzzing in the humid air. It was messy. It was perfect. But as we reached the clearing of the main den, I saw the "Logic-Leak" that MegaNoel had left behind.

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 13 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖 🍖