Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Christmas

He felt like an older brother figure, perhaps even a father figure, always concerned about our wellbeing. If I recall correctly, he was in his eighties, so that is plenty of time to become an old man inside. "So, five days until Christmas." Aldren hummed, leaning against the counter. "Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?” I nodded. "Christmas eve the entire pack is going on a hunt to catch dinner for the next day. We're hoping for some wild boar or turkey." "You mean you are." Michael snorted. I narrowed my eyes at him, chewing my toast to prevent myself from saying anything to further provoke him.

Hunter had spent most of the celebration sitting quietly in one corner. A mountain of books surrounded him. His nose remained buried inside an ancient manuscript detailing ley lines. He was so focused that he barely noticed the celebration ending. I watched him scribble another note. Cross out a theory. Open another book. The poor man looked as though he hadn't slept. Finally, after Marcus and Pamela had finished receiving congratulations from everyone, Hunter closed his book with a sigh. He stood. Walked directly toward them. Then smiled. "Congratulations." Marcus hugged him immediately.

I glanced toward the door, half expecting Lucien to walk in at any moment. Finally, the phone buzzed. Ryan: I knew this moment would come. Ryan: And I knew you wouldn’t like the answer. My grip tightened on the phone. Ryan: I’m not an ordinary human, Aria. Ryan: I’m a hunter. The word hit me like a slap. Hunter. My breath caught. Ryan: I hunt creatures like Lucien. Ryan: Rogue werewolves. Dark Alphas. Monsters hiding behind charm and power. My chest burned. You hate werewolves, I typed.

We hunters realize it if you have a problem go fuck yourself. After eyeing them cautiously for two seconds, I gaze at Chandler, who is looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I sigh and shake my head. It means 'those werewolves are harmless.' He nods. Before we could talk, I used a potion from a white witch that helps hunters like me. When I say like me, I mean hunters and assassins that kill for a good reason. No werewolf will hear what you're saying when anyone uses the potion. It will be a total blur to them. I take a sit across from him. We took our orders. I ordered a chicken club sandwich and French fries, and for him, he ordered the same.

Arthur and I join the others in the living room, where a beautiful Christmas tree stands, twinkling with lights and ornaments. We gather around, everyone smiling and chatting, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. There’s a sense of anticipation, and I can feel Arthur’s hand tighten around mine. Finally, the clock strikes midnight, and a cheer goes up. “Merry Christmas!” everyone calls out, exchanging hugs and kisses. Gifts are passed around, and the room fills with laughter and joy. After the gifts are exchanged, we all raise our glasses for a toast. Arthur’s father, a kind man with a twinkle in his eye, leads the toast.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

3rd January, 1999(morning) The Warehouse Lana Its a never ending circle. A repeated sequence I experience everyday, locked up in this room with little or no contact. A hollow feeling in my heart whenever I think about my family, the grief I feel whenever I remember those who died in that bloody Christmas party.

Now I’m wrapped in a robe, cradling a mug of hot coffee, chasing away the cold when I hear footsteps approaching. Hunter appears, freshly bathed, dressed in a red sweater and black joggers. He looks so warm. Real. A smile spreads on his gorgeous face the moment he sees me. Like he’s been searching the whole house for me. I smile back, happiness blooming so easily in my chest and stomach. And then we drift toward each other without thinking. “Merry Christmas,” he says, leaning in to kiss my lips. That's when it hits me. It is really Christmas. Our first Christmas together. The thought fills me with more joy than I can hold and possibly imagine.

They reached Tara’s car, and as soon as they got in, Tara squeezed Melody’s hand. As she got into the car, she made a silent prayer, she didn't believe in Christmas no more, but she was hoping for a Christmas miracle. The twelve days of Christmas song was blasting in the car. On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me… “Cheating on a platter of gold.” How thoughtful.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.