Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The four Hunters stopped and whipped their heads around to look at her in unison as if they were machines. The Hunter closest to her cage was young and scarless, unlike the terrifying man she spoke to in the forest. He was beautiful and could easily have been a wolf himself. But his eyes were dead. There was no emotion in the depths of his blue eyes. Even animals held something of themselves in their eyes, but this Hunter had absolutely nothing.

“Yes, I am.” I stopped short, not really expecting that answer. “Umm… do you even know how I look like? I look horrendous,” I said. That was a lie. I didn’t really look horrendous if one could manage to look past my scar. I had long, dark brown hair and long dark lashes surrounded my hazel green eyes. Okay, maybe I didn’t look as bad as I wanted him to think, but with my scars, I was definitely no Barbie doll. Hunter shook his head. “I may be blind, Allison. But believe me when I say that… I see you.” His voice was serious… sincere. “And you… look unbelievably beautiful to me. Like an angel sent down from heaven.”

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

Which meant that there was fur beneath their human flesh. Nadine shook her head. She also saw other signs such as palms covered with hair. In order to look normal, the lycanthropes shaved their palms regularly, which made them rough. Nadine thought that was really gross. According to the books, lycanthropes had unibrows, small ears, protruding teeth and index fingers that were longer than their muddle fingers. Again, Nadine felt grossed out.

My breath caught. He was beautiful like hazardous things were beautiful. Lean and tall, with the sort of hunter's beauty that spoke to a lifetime of living by ability and will. His dark brownish-red hair cascaded to his shoulders in waves, and his amber-colored eyes held something I couldn't even attempt to anticipate. An intricate rune tattoo crossed his left forearm, the black ink stark against olive skin. But his scent was what roused something deep inside me. Cedar, rain and something wild, with an undercurrent of power that brought my wolf's head up for the first time since rejection.

“You are special, just look at you. Any man, any man at all will be lucky to have you.” Her eyes are already red and swollen with tears. “Why?” “Because you are beautiful and hot and cool-” My words get shortened when someone coughs from behind. We both whip our heads to stare at Hunter behind us. “Hello, ladies.” He says, adjusting his tie, silence descends in the room while he stands there in his alpha male glory dressed in a navy blue suit, underneath is a crisp white shirt with one of the buttons undone. The tousled blond hair frames his face in a way that adds a hint of softness to his sharp angles, in all. Hunter’s looks are fire, especially his lashes, they are long and naturally curv

In fact, I have a crush on this brand because it represents the golden color so well. The break starts and I grab the tablet to update the information, reply to all the comments, when I feel a chair join mine. “This is the corres…” I look up and feel like I am facing a Greek god. Hunter looks totally different now, in dress pants, black leather shoes, a white dress shirt with the first buttons open, and a black suit with the buttons closed. My jaw drops at the sight of his hair pulled to the side in a European style. “Can I sit?” he wonders. He had dragged a chair over from somewhere.

Hunter said, scanning the dance floor for the next unlucky target. I took another shot from the bar to clear my head of any image of Hunter and his conquests. Then a faint smell of apples and cinnamon passed my nose. I turned toward the scent, and my jaw dropped. Standing next to my angry sister was Zira. She wore a drop-dead gorgeous red halter dress that matched perfectly with her black skin and hugged her curves in all the right places. Her hair was twisted into a curly afro with a sparkling ringlet around the base. Her lips were covered in something that gave them a shine. My eyes moved from her lips to a gorgeous necklace above her chest. She looked-

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.