Hunter X Hunter Completed Novelas e Histórias

“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.” “Just say spirits. It’ll be easier for him to understand.” “Right. So, I am Yasuhiro Ritsu and this brat is…” “I’m Seirei.” “You don’t have a last name?” “No. I wasn’t born with one. Why? Is there a problem?” he says while licking his lollipop. “No. I thought that you both were related so…” “So you thought I’d have the same last name as this guy. Well, can’t say I wouldn’t think of it.”

They will be gone, and be nothing once again. I will be liberated from all of it! My hand lifted the dagger, planning to thrust it to his chest. A surge of wickedness filled me up, disposing of this latter. My eyes widened with excitement, and my lips lithely outlined a grin. The long fight is finally over, and I will be there, on the other side! Goodbye---

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

Hunter has seen what he had always wanted to see, a werewolf and now he is going to die. "Run". That was all Hunter could think of. He ran as never before with the mighty dog following behind him. Hunter kept running for his life as he was pursued relentlessly by a huge dog. Hunter came to a halt when an arrow was fired his way, he didn't see who fired the arrow but it gave him a note when he caught the arrow. An arrow was also fired at Damian's leg, he bellowed as he crunched his feet. He transformed back into a human and jabbed the arrow out of his leg. To the arrow was a note just like the hunter's own. They both stopped to open the letter, Damian for a second forgot he was chasing Hunter

"Yes. I want to leave" I answered back fast, and I take a big breath again, looking into his eyes. I promise myself that I will be strong and for the first and last time, I will not show any kind of emotion. I will not let Hunter play me like usual, and I will leave with what remains of my dignity. "Ok, I don't need you anymore. I think your purpose served very well. You Know that leaving now you don't have anything from me."

They had put their trust in me, and I didn't want to betray them. With renewed determination, I rejoined the fight, striking down any hunter that came my way. The battle seemed to go on forever, but eventually, we emerged victorious. The hunters were defeated, and we had come out relatively unscathed. As we walked away from the carnage, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. On one hand, I had achieved my goal of revenge. But on the other hand, I had formed an unexpected bond with Marcus and Derek. They had shown me that not all werewolves and vampires were my enemies, and I was grateful for their trust and support.

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

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.

“Please let me cum. I am so close.” His head lifted. Then, he finally wrapped his hand around my cock again. His strokes were fast and smooth now. Something built steadily inside of me till it reached it's breaking point. “Alessandro…” I drawled. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Say my name when you cum for me.” My whole body tightened. The pleasure hut me square in the face before my orgasm crashed hard over me and took it all. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came apart in his hand, shaking and gasping his name.

"Somebody call the ambulance!" Hunter had fallen to the ground, blood dripping from his mouth slowly and dripping on to the dirty floor. One drop at a time, creating a little puddle of blood. Behind the cabin, there was a purple butterfly fluttering over Zahn's grave. It fluttered around until it rested on the little cross Joe and Hunter had created with sticks. It stayed there for a while and then flew away... THE END.