Hunter X Hunter Completed Novels & Stories

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

This deliberate deception had been carefully nurtured by the Lycans for generations, making it difficult for the wolves to uncover. Cocking his head, he asked Emory: “Do you know what it means to be the last of the hunters? There’s a prophecy that goes with that.” Emory gave a shrug and glanced around the ancient temple. “Never heard of it before coming here,” she said. “After the Lycan-wolf war broke out, goddess Aworyn stopped revealing herself to us,” Hendrick explained. “We realized that when the wolf hunters she blessed entered the temple, they could communicate with Aworyn. To maintain the connection with the goddess, whenever the hunters woke, we would take one as a go-between until t

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

...Kevin POV... I couldn't believe it. It's been nearly three years since I first managed to get Hunter on my side to go against the Stones. I was running out of patience. Why was this taking so long? Hunter had managed to take down the entire Triad in a manner of months. So why couldn't he take down one stupid family? I found myself pacing my office as I went through all the reasonable explanations as to why this was taking so long. This must have to do with the girl. What was it about her that made the infamous Reaper cower before her?

Especially because they’d included the part about him being a caring man, and ended with me saying I wanted him to be free of the darkness, to cut back again to him walking all alone, eyes down, wearing all black like back then. They faded to black and the Up Next screen for his solemn narration voice to say, “Up next on this Haunters season finale special.” The following quick montage showed twenty seconds of the highlights of the next episode. Meaning the worst of it all, the harshest one-liners from the interviews and even things I had no idea had happened.

With a guttural snarl, Xander brought the man down, his jaws closing around the hunter's shoulder and rendering him unconscious. By the time the hunters began to retreat, it was clear who had won. The pack pressed forward with unrelenting force, driving the remaining attackers into the forest. Their panicked shouts and heavy footfalls faded into the distance as the wolves gathered near the center of the clearing, bloodied but victorious. I ran toward Xander, my heart pounding as I reached him. He had shifted back, his chest heaving as he surveyed the battlefield. His white braids were streaked with dirt and blood, his piercing blue eyes sharp as ever despite the fatigue etched into his featu

“There was a letter sixteen-year-old Hunter wrote. Some girl he was fooling around with knew of the letter, and maybe Hunter treated her a bit badly. I don’t know, but she informed his mum about the letter and it was found. That was the same month Hunter stopped going to see Oliver. Your father’s investigations and sources say Oliver would come to games alone after that, to the parks they used to visit. I’m sure they just looked like friends and all that. Just two werewolf teens hanging. But two months later my cousin is killed, and Hunter leverages his knowledge of the fact that Myrtle was involved in shady shit with the Shadowbane pack on her and he makes her give him a necklace. Then he w

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

“Then we’ll break it.” --- **The Final Bloom** The Seed’s roots surge, piercing the Watcher’s eye. It screams, its form unraveling into light. The fortress shakes, the oak’s song reaching a crescendo. The Forgotten fall to their knees, their mutations stabilizing. The Hunter’s voice is faint. ***It’s done.*** But the static knows better. The Watcher’s warning lingers, a shadow in the light. The hunger never ends. But neither do we.