Hunter X Hunter Crossover Novels & Stories

I climb out of my dodge challenger and lock it. I went inside; the scent of food made my stomach growl. I look around to see Chandler; just my fucking luck. If you don't know, Chandler is one of the fewest hunters who knows my natural face and name and knows I'm not blind. But something caught my eye, it was a group of teenage girls, and they were werewolves. How do we know? We hunters realize it if you have a problem go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

Still, he had been the catalyst, and I could not have lived with myself if I’d thrown away someone I loved only to replace them with a vampire. A vampire, a creature of no morals and forged from pure sin. Instead, I’d found another hunter. Had I told Harper, been honest with him, I’d have stolen his innocence, and put him in danger. But Cyrus knew, and I would be doing him no harm. He was a teammate, already equipped to stand by my side as I fought against the evil creatures that sought to destroy humanity. “You’ll have to come and see my office, when I start,” he was saying as we rounded the final corner. “The library there is huge, too – I’m sure you’ll find something of interest to read.”

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Disbelief evident in his face. Amy and I exchanged looks. "Why did Hunter give us this address? It couldn't be..." Amy's voice trailed off as she took the paper abruptly from Axel's hand. "It really is in Hunter's territory, but are we even allowed there?" "That's what I've been thinking. The Cruelcrest Hounds Pack is not the type to take just anyone in, especially not a..." Axel stopped himself before he could say it, but I decided to help finish his sentence for him regardless.

They all had a cross tattoo on their neck. “Blessed be the Hunt,” I said, lowering my head slightly in greeting. “Blessed be the Hunt,” several voices echoed back. That was the familiar motto of the Order of the Silver Cross—the organization that had raised me. Hunters trained to keep the balance by eliminating creatures that threatened humanity. At the center sat Matron Valeria, my godmother with her silver hair twisted into a perfect bun. Beside her sat Wren, stiff and unreadable, with Daphne and Jordan standing nearby.

I teased. Once Xander left, I gave Elias a shot to deaden the area and then spent the next half hour stitching him up. During that time, a few shifters wandered in with minor injuries such as broken fingers, dislocated shoulders, and a broken leg. But luckily, no one had been seriously injured... to my knowledge, anyway. When I was nearly finished, Xander burst back in through the door. "Cruz is missing. I'm going after him." "Elias, you stay here," I said. "I'll go with Xander."

He was wearing a black hoodie that covered half of his face, a jeans trouser, sunglasses that were completely unnecessary for someone inside a supermarket. "Rana? Rana!" That familiar voice beamed happiness and he embraced me tightly, resulting in a startled squeak from me. I was scared at the guessed bad guy. "Who the hell are you?" I managed to shove him off, drew my eyebrows into a pissed frown, "that voice, it's familiar." I muttered with, nodding my head in approval but really perplexed at the fact that my brain wasn't waking up to recall it. "It's me," he looked around for a while then took off his glasses and raised his hoodie a little bit to show the glorious face of my one and only,

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{ Vynetta } As Oryn was shaking hands with the Elders I felt it. As quick as Juno and I registered it it was gone. An aura in the mountains near us. A man, a hybrid Juno said, but having only sensed it for a moment she struggled to determine his origin. He was an original without a doubt, he was also strong, and clearly hidden. I hadn’t sensed him during the meeting of all the wolves and he was already long gone by the feel of things. I stretched, searched, my eyes remaining closed as I forced out mine and Juno’s power as far as I could. I heard the sound of my mate’s voice but I was deep in concentration and couldn’t make out the words he said. Finally Juno heaved a deep sigh and assured