Hunter X Hunter Aesthetic Novels & Stories

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

It must be really tiring. Hunter is not a messy man. Just now really. You can see in his bright eyes how tired he is. Next, he removed the belt he was wearing and pulled down the pants he was wearing. He threw it on the floor until all that was left were his black boxers. Maybe he likes the skinny type because it is very close to his masculinity. Hunter yawned and stretched both his arms in the air. His long hair came out from his armpits. I don't know why I turn on every time I see that. Hairy armpits are probably my fetish.

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.

I nodded sadly, “But my biggest fear now is this trial. If he fails or, worse still, if something happens to him during the combat, I don't know how I would cope.” Zora delved deeper, “Is he that important to you?” “He's everything to me,” I admitted, the intensity of my love for Hunter evident in my words. Zora inquired, “How is he physically?” My cheeks reddened at the question, but I smiled as I recalled Hunter's image. “Handsome. In both wolf and human forms. He has golden eyes, a gray fur inherited from his mother, and is significantly larger than the other wolves. In human form, he's tall, imposing, and has something... different.”

Things that don’t belong in the same world I live in. Hunter’s dressed down today. No suit. Just dark jeans and a white button-down that he rolled up to the elbows like he was halfway between boss and boy-next-door. His jaw is dusted with stubble and he keeps running his hand through his hair like it’s some involuntary tic he’s not aware of. He looks… normal. Approachable, Dangerously human. My hands are still damp from the dishwater as I grip the laundry basket, pretending to fluff the already-fluffed throw pillows on the couch.

He explained, holding his free hand up in surrender. I don’t like him saying my name or rather how much I actually liked it. Something about the accent, I don’t know. It doesn’t help that what Diana said was still on my mind. I am not that predictable. I don’t have a set type. I tend to favor tall, dark, and handsome—lots of women like that. “Because you have werewolves after you as well as your fellow hunters and now vampires?” I folded my arms with my patented, emotionless face.

“He’s looking at me.” Magen frowns. In her eyes, there’s no one in the landscape except for her, the girl, and the animals. But in Heidi’s, Hunter stands in the woods, a gloomy eye fixed on her, a wolfish grin stretching his lips. I would still think it was me even though I said it wasn’t but thank goodness I’m not smiling. Gloomy eyes are far too different from yellow ones too. Wait. Aren’t Hunter’s eyes like… green? Why gloomy? Or is the latter not a color? Shit, I didn’t realize I was so dumb.

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.

"Max! It's been so long, why haven't you texted me?" Max was a tall attractive boy with brown eyes and silver hair. He had a piercing in one ear and lower lip. There was this design that Hunter called a Tattoo on his neck. If I had to speculate his age in the human world, I would say he was the same age as Hunter, around twenty-four. He looked at me curiously and smiled at Hannah. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

She stood against the wall, her gaze alert as she stared at him, and asked a question. "Are you awake?" Hunter said nothing, only feeling something slowly flowing down, warm. He did not raise his hand to touch, his gaze fell on her lips. Her lips were sucked red, with a hint of blood at the corner, left by him. Lena was struck by his gaze, she always felt that the current Hunter was not the Hunter she knew. If the previous Hunter was the epitome of white, then what stands before her now is a mix of black and white, both righteous and evil.