Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

I brought my eyes up to look at his handsome face and simply nodded. I suddenly thought that through the years, Axel was becoming more and more handsome and toned. He was wearing a tight white shirt under a blue denim jacket, paired with the same color of denim pants and white rubber shoes. He had long dark brown hair that reached only up to his shoulders. He pulled it up to a neat and tight ponytail today. On most days, he would usually let his hair loose, and comb it thoroughly, and sometimes he wouldn't. His tanned body and huge muscles have done it all for me. Every time our bodies accidentally touch while taking a group photo or being stuck in a crowded place, my body would freeze feeli

Alice's point of view: "Hunter! Hey ... What's up." I've tried to act normally which wasn't easy at all. I mean, you would feel the same if you were me right now. Not that he knows about my feelings toward him, but also, he is hyper attractive. A well-built tall figure that can not go unnoticed, and that goes well with his angelic face. Tan skin, chocolate brown eyes, and dirty blond hair; all together are mixed to create such a good-looking creature named Hunter.

There is nowhere to take shelter. In front of her, a black colored wolf with yellow eyes looked terrible. The wolf had a half-human face and a half-wolf face. Axel really seems so ugly. He couldn't completely turn into a wolf. Also, his human figure is still embedded in his physical form. Axel kept pushing and threatening Jonea until the girl was cornered. Jonea's back was already touching the balcony railing. Hunter looks panicked down there. He couldn't jump and climbed all the way to the third floor. Breaking into the gallery also has its own risks. Hunter knew by instinct that there were tons of silver traps out there.

I could sense the tension in the room, but Hunter appeared calm and composed. Hunter is a very handsome man with a tall and masculine build, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He is a piece of art in himself, and I don't blame the girls who find him attractive enough to fight over him. But despite his good looks, Hunter is a very loyal and trustworthy person. He has always believed in the mate bond and is always against male wolves who mess around in our pack. So, I don't believe he could mess around with Melissa.

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.

"If we adjust the sigil-etched geometry, we can balance the weight without losing the aesthetic. See?" He leaned in, his shoulder brushing against mine. The scent of him—dark spice and damp earth—overwhelmed my senses. He was a King, a wolf who commanded thousands, yet he was listening to me, his gaze fixed on my hands. "You have a way of seeing the beauty in the violence, Xender. It’s what makes you so dangerous." "It’s just math," I murmured, my throat suddenly dry. "Do you prefer the folding mechanism or the ceremonial weight?"

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.

And he must do his best to make her understand. *** Hunter looked like he had been in chaos for the past few days. There were dark circles around his eyes – as if he had not been sleeping well for the past few days. There were also growing stubbles in his face. However, those things didn’t even make him look ugly. To be honest, it only made him look manlier and dangerous. His roughness and seriousness were just so appealing. ‘Watch out your words, lady… You must not show anything… Not even admiration, you damn fool!’ A part of her mind instantly warned her – so she maintained a straight face.