Hunter X Hunter Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a seductive illusion materialized before them, a vision of their deepest desires and fears. Xienma saw a vision of herself, free from the abuse and pain of her past, living a life of peace and love. Xavier saw himself leading his pack, respected and admired, free from the shadows of his father's expectations. Cassie saw herself surrounded by her friends, their love and loyalty unbreakable, a life filled with joy and laughter.

I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, pretending to take notes. The words on the screen blurred like rain washing away ink. Today was... insane. Xander stood beside a woman claiming to be his future Luna, and for some reason, it burned. Deep in my chest, like something being torn apart from the inside. He’s the only guy who’s ever kissed me—and maybe that kiss was what triggered the cursed blood running in my veins. Then Enzo cornered me before class started, his voice low and sharp, promising he wouldn’t give up. Not now. Not ever. His intensity still lingered on my skin like an invisible scar.

Hudson stands up, ditching the warning of the Beta. Hunter's heart races as he finally realized what is happening right under his nose. His body began to change, his senses sharpening and his instincts taking over. His claws extend, and his skin is now covered in a thick layer of fur, eroding his human form. Her name, Aaliyah, is like a trigger for his transformation, and it sent him into a wild frenzy. Hector scoffs, his sharp teeth glinting. He pants heavily, ready to pounce at any moment. "She's under the custody of Lady Sasha," he snarls. "Her name is Aaliyah."

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

There were only two people to blame, Willow and that hunter. As he pushed across the territory line into Canada, it felt as if he were trying to squeeze through a rabbit hole. His whole body constricted, and his lungs screamed for air. With one final push, his body tumbled across the line and the pressure disappeared. He lay, panting in exile. ####

as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.” He moved so fast and pinned me to the back of the booth, he moved my hair and revealed my pointy ears, as he studied my features he hissed, “Valkyrie?… you are a Valkyrie assassin.” I hissed at him as my claws sharpened on my good hand and I sliced across his face, causing thin lines of blood to drip down his face. I laughed, “I am not an assassin, otherwise you would be dead, I am a hired hand, determined to wipe out your kind.”

This goes on for minutes until… nothing. I open my eyes slowly and at first, all I see is the blurry image of the fallen trees with frost. The scattered firewoods, the destroyed rails, and then him. Jaxon. He's no longer Jaxon though, at least not the one I know. Standing in the snow, is a large black wolf with venom drooling down its fangs, watching me like a predator. And before I can think of anything, Cassie whispers, “Run!”

I squinted my eyes open and looked at the ceiling. “Why did you wake me?” I asked the dummy. “Because you are teasing the readers.” Hunter replied, looking so relaxed like he had just not interrupted my wet dream with my mate. He crossed his legs over the other and gave me a smile that did not reach his face. “You can’t be the only one enjoying the view of our mate.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “What view is that?” I hissed. “The one that has you precumming in your pants just now.” He twisted his lips. Sometimes I wonder if we were really merged together. Wolf.

HAYLEY Impossible. It's impossible. The air in my lungs feels heavy, like weight pressed upon my chest. In the growing darkness, I can only make out his upper body, splattered with raindrops streaming down his chest. The wolf is Axel. The revelation sends jolts of disbelief burning through me. Slowly, every event that's followed Axel's return to Greystone flashes through my thoughts. An aversion for silver utensils. Claw marks on the doors of Lucas's garage. The disappearance on the night of a full moon.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.