Hunter X Hunter Auctioneer Novels & Stories

Aside from him, no one else shouted their price. Would Hunter end up buying such a rare item just like that? The Chamber of Commerce was actually suffering some loss. After the host noticed that Hunter was the one who shouted the price, he realized what was happening. He knew that others would not compete against Hunter, and the auction today had basically ended. Therefore, the host did not ask the others for their opinions. He just started to knock the gavel according to the procedure. “Thirty million dollars, going once… “Going twice… “S—”

In order to get a decent, if not high, price for a blood bag, the Hunters had to take care of me, but the group didn’t seem to care about human well-being. "Ladies and gentlemen! Please don’t leave your seats; the auction is far from over. As always, we have saved the best for last. Tonight, we will present a special treat from the far Northern lands!" Melody's voice boomed through the speakers. She was one of the highest vampires among the Hunters, the hostess who ran the auctions. Even though her voice was reminiscent of an angel, the woman was a devil in disguise.

The year my sister turned fifteen, my father, Grant Davis, became obsessed with holding auctions at home. Everything in the house, from a plate of meat to a turn with the washing machine, from school lunch money to after-school activity fees, had to be won by bidding with family credits. I worked odd jobs until I dropped, sleeping only three hours a night, and finally saved up a thick stack of family credits, the paper soft and warped from my sweat. All Melody had to do was sit on the couch and shed a few tears, and my father would stuff fistfuls of credits into her arms. "Girls deserve to be spoiled. Can't have Melody feeling left out." That day, the item up for auction was an old necklace

He looked at me with his steely grey eyes as his face softened and the anger lingering in his silver orbs dispersed making me shiver at how fast his face switched. He walked to the podium majestically and gracefully with his head held high and ignored the Auctioneer who was being attended to by his bodyguards. “You should know how possessive demons are with their properties, you should know better than to lay your filthy hands on my property.” He snarled at the Auctioneer and I could swear on my life that the guy peed on his body, even the burly bodyguards shivered.

I scoffed, adjusting my position in his lap. I resisted smirking as he gulped. Yeah, there’s no hiding his physical reaction as it tried to reach me through his jeans. He better not think he’s getting anywhere. I have zero intentions of sleeping with this Hunter. “Speak. Who hunts you? And why?” I repeated using a more seducing voice as I trailed my finger along his jaw.

Would you like to outbid the price? The question sounded like blatant mockery to Hanson! He glared at the auctioneer with a murderous stare. The auctioneer was so startled by Hanson’s aggression that he lowered his head in a haste. He did not have the courage to look at Hanson anymore but he cursed in his heart that Hanson deserved what he got. Everyone’s gaze was fixated on Hanson. They were curious about what he was going to do. Hanson had always been a very emotionally unstable person. He was constantly trying to calm himself by drawing deep and intense breaths.

They were the most tense seconds I lived, until finally she stretched out her hand to me and without looking down I took what she gave me. Once he walked away and I had him away making sure he wouldn't turn to attack me, I looked at the tablet and the plans that were there. It was the invitation to an auction. "What is this?" Angie poked her head over my shoulder to see. "Since they couldn't use reasoning, this time we're going to tell them the whole plan from head to toe to see if they can fix what they messed up." Ryder starts to speak and I look at him while he remains behind the table. This auction will be held in the suburbs. Narcos, pimps, collectors and hunters, anyone comes here to s

It was the only hope they had right now. Yale glared at the man but agreed, “Fine. Tell me what you know.” The auctioneer’s voice squeaked with panic but he began, “Every month on the same day, many auctions are held. This was just one of five I know of tonight.” Yale yelled in surprise, “Five?!!” he asked. The auctioneer nodded. “I can give you the names of all the sellers, but again, I want full immunity and protection. They will come after me.” Yale rubbed his hands down his face, once more “Do you know where they are being held?” The man nodded, “Yes. I have locations and times. We all work together to get more sales. If a buyer wants a rare creature that we don’t have, we can tell them

“I caught a few others doing the same thing. And every time, one of them ended up being the final buyers.” Lucian leaned back. “So it's a signal.” “Exactly.” His fingers tapped a quick rhythm against my desk, thinking. Then his gaze sharpened. “The auction works closely with them. They probably help deliver the merchandise themselves.” I blinked. “Yeah… they do.” “And if we trace those deliveries—find where they’re going—we’ll be close to the hunters. Maybe even their base.” My stomach tightened. “Okay, but how?” “I have an idea but there are—”

This time around, my nanny, who went to chase her off again, returned to me with a tablet. “Sir, she asked me to hand this to you. She said you would forgive her once you watched the video.” I took the tablet from her with some skepticism. There was a live broadcast playing on the screen, and the setup of the scene looked oddly familiar. I soon realized it was the same auction house where I had been brought last time. This time, it was Damien who was tied up and locked in an iron cage. Shortly after that, someone placed a bid and called Damien to the stage. His eyes were wide with horror as he was tied to the frame.