Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Droplets of blood stained my fingers and trickled down his torso. Hunter growled impatiently. “Do you want me to finish him, Angel?” “No! I said I would!” I snapped back at Hunter. “Like I said, Drake, I wanted you to suffer. But that would make me a monster like you. And I am nothing like you.” I pushed my hand into his chest, feeling my claws cut through his ribs, his heartbeat sped up the closer I got to my goal. His eyes never left mine until I touched his heart and I ripped it from his chest.

I opened it and came face to face with the last person I really wanted to see. “Good afternoon, Your Highness… I was…” Princess Xana stops speaking and steps back with fear in her eyes as Hunter pushes forward and growls low, making my chest vibrate at the same time Cole releases some of his Royal aura. I scan my eyes up and down her body, noticing that once again she is wearing practically nothing, which is unbecoming for a Princess even in a Shifter Kingdom. Hunter then takes the few steps that separated us, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her to me as Cole hisses in her face.

Now I'm feeling dirty, and I hate this so much. She turns to me and gives me a big and happy smile like we know each other for ages like we are the best couple ever. I appreciate her trying, but I don't like a cheap woman around me. I'm a lone wolf, and besides that, I love fancy and good-looking females, not these pyjamas with butterflies and sleepers. "Hey, Hunter. I prepared some..."

Hunter chuckled, but thankfully, he didn’t elaborate. Almost two hours later, my hair was finally ready to be rinsed, and the moment I caught sight of it in the mirror, a grin pulled at my lips. The shade of pink was exactly what I wanted—a bright, candy-colored hue that looked like it was ripped straight out of a punk rock fever dream. I ran my fingers through the strands, marveling at the shit this was going to stir. Thick, sticky—and hopefully smelly as fuck. Hunter, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a satisfied look on his face. And to my absolute delight, his crimson streak now had a matching pink one right beside it.

Akihiko was shocked on seeing the kid speak that way to the man in front of him and he says- “Kids aren’t supposed to talk to elders that way! Shame on you! And what kind of parent are you, letting your child talk like that?” They both start laughing on hearing him say that and the man says- “He isn’t my kid… He’s just a brat who works with me.” “Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.”

Like a greek god like Hunter. The only difference is that its eyes are blue. The man was also staring at me, judging me. "I know why Hunter is looking for her now..." he said as he looked at me meaningfully. I could not help but furrowed my brows and frowned. "She's a ragged beautiful-like-doll," I do not know if it is a compliment or an insult. HUNTER'S POV I should stay away from her. I should've kiss her. Her milky skin and perky breast should stay out of my sight before I fucking eat her whole.

“ about this mating and marking process” “ and” i nodded, watching her carefully She took a slow breath’ “ I don't understand this bond, I don't understand you.. But I feel it.” My expression soften “Thats enough,” I said quietly Jessica stepped closer to me. “ if i accept it… you dont control me.” “ Never” I said instantly and I am happy within myself. “ I don't want to stop being a hunter because that's what my dad wants for me.” she said “ i wont stop you from being you” i assured her

Stacey When we enter Jaden’s office downstairs, as we open the door, an overwhelming scent of blood, sweat and petrol fills the room. Hunter and Pax stand to greet us. They both look broken. Hunter’s face and chest are riddled with deep claw marks, the skin around them angry and red. His hair is matted with dried blood and his normally tan skin is deathly pale. Pax’s skin is dotted with shards of glass, and his skin is dirty with sweat and petrol. His nose looks broken as a large bruise forms under both his eyes. Both men are wearing only joggers, their bare chests and arms slick with sweat from running here, having shifted back just recently. Their eyebrows shoot up, darting from me to Jade

Hunter replied while pushing me to his side and putting a possessive hand on my waist. Xavier flexed his hands, fingers adorned with expensive rings, speaking of his wealth and influence. But I'm not fooled by their elegance because Hunter's rigid posture made it clear to me that he was as powerful as he is, as they have been known to deliver swift and merciless justice. His voice, deep and commanding, echoes authority and demands respect. “Yeah, very much. I guess we are even now, have a nice time.” He grinned wickedly and moved his massive body Dressed in tailored black suits that hug his muscular form, his style is a perfect blend of elegance and menace.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.