Hunter X Hunter Crossover Novels & Stories

We are almost to the waterfall when Raidon stops us. “What are we waiting for?” I asked. I can see four guys walking around the waterfall, looking at something. Tyler shifts his weight and must have nudged something with his foot because all four turn around and look at us. Those aren’t fucking vampires. They are a hybrid. They are a cross between a wolf and a vampire; only they are genetically made. Hunters have been capturing both of our species for the last few years and genetically mutating them together to produce the perfect weapon to fight both of our kinds.

And when she betrays him? She will breach their defenses from the inside out. The wolves will be defeated by their cherished Luna. The room was filled with a ripple of gloomy laughter. A quiet voice questioned, "And when her usefulness ends?" The leader cocked her head. Then she becomes a part of the earth. similar to her mother. Their faces were covered in hideous shadows as the flame flashed vivid blue. They had not yet begun to celebrate their victory. They were near, though. So near. Returning to Rebecca

"Looks like negotiation time is over." Everything happened at once. Kade's forces opened fire on the hunters. The hunters, unnaturally fast, closed the distance with terrifying speed. Hail shoved me behind him and loosed a bolt from his crossbow, catching the nearest hunter in the shoulder, a shot that should have been lethal but merely made the creature stumble. Lena fired precise shots from her position, each bullet finding its mark but doing minimal damage. The hunters didn't bleed like normal humans; instead, a thick, black substance oozed from their wounds.

At his feet, all the cans lay scattered, some dented, some leaking a slow trail of black sand. On the counter in front of him, a weapon rested where the carnie had set it down. Not a rusted pipe or a chipped knife. A sleek, wicked crossbow that hummed faintly with power, its limbs etched with symbols that looked a little too much like the runes on the Safe Room door. “Holy—” Jax breathed. “Okay, that’s actually—” The boy’s grin faltered. His brow furrowed. He looked down at the crossbow like he’d forgotten what it was.

"You want me to hunt them." The man sitting across from me had cold gray eyes and a reputation for ruthless efficiency. His name was Malcolm Cross. Former military. Former mercenary. Current supernatural hunter who worked for the highest bidder. "I want you to find them. And eliminate the threat." "Eliminate. That's an interesting word. Most people say 'capture' or 'stop.' You're saying eliminate." "I'm saying whatever needs to happen to keep my daughter safe, happens. No restrictions. No rules. Just results."

I dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu

I have scraped up knees and bruised palms to show for it. My sister adapts quicker to roaming in the forest than I do, learning where to put her feet, and how not to snap as many twigs, but I won’t allow myself to consider what the wolf said about her is true. CeCe is human. She doesn’t change into a monster beneath the full moon. And this monster who drags us through places humans weren’t meant to go, isn’t her father, our daddy is Jack Allen Cross. A computer analysist who has a bad sweet tooth and likes documentaries about how things are made and likes to cook everything on a grill and likes to laugh over bad jokes and is the only one who can make Mom smile on her bad nights and who loves

NOVA’S POV BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP I barely opened my eyes before once again shutting of my alarm. It was only 530 am and I didn’t need to get Sofia and Richard ready for school yet. If I was quick I would have time and frankly I wanted more shut eye. Stupid Clayton. He kept me up all night gushing about an invention Alexia made with her magic. It’s a thin copper coloured chain that apparently allows hunters and witches to join our pack link. It is also specially coded to each members DNA to keep enemies from stealing it.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

"Oh yeah, it's a very simple item crafted with the help of runes and a simple ritual. I can pass it to you after we are done here." Croaker nodded at Erik and thanked him. "Thank you." He then retrieved a leather pouch from inside his robes and passed it to the gloved Buzzer. It was a Mokeskin pouch. Buzzer then opened the pouch and deposited the horcrux inside. She then passed the pouch back to Croaker. Director Bones was looking at everything with attention. As if predicting the question, Croaker said to her. "Don't worry Amelia, it's our job to dispose of such items."