Hunter X Hunter Drawings Novels & Stories

"Really good! I made a drawing today of you and me and Mama. Oh, and Grandpa too! Even though I don't know what he looks like yet, but I just imagined." I glanced at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Really? Can we see it?" "Of course you can! I worked super hard on it.” "I just hope you made me look so handsome in that picture, or else I'm gonna have to eat you up along with your drawing.” "Of course I did. I even made you really, really tall... like a giant tree!" Hailey giggled. Alex raised an eyebrow. "Like… a tree?" "Yeah! See?" She held up her drawing to the camera, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. Alex was indeed drawn like a stick figure tree.

“But you need to stay sharp, Boss. Watch your back.” “Got it. I’ll handle things here,” Hunter said. After hanging up, he moved over to his laptop. Opening a sketching app, he carefully recreated the image of Kimberly’s necklace, making sure to capture every detail. When he finished, he called Guiller again and emailed him the drawing. Guiller assured him he’d work on getting info about Iron Maiden. “Alpha Hunter!” Carlos greeted as Hunter came down from his room. Hunter gave him a quick nod in return. Carlos was the only one in the living room—no sign of the others, not even Rafael.

"That's not how you hold a brush!" protested Axe, seeing that my hand position was far from correct. "Don't press it," he babbled naggingly. He didn't know. I deliberately looked wrong in his eyes, and-jackpot! I was right. Axe seemed to be well-versed in the basic techniques of drawing or painting. I could tell that the old drawing was indeed his. I also remembered that Axe was very afraid of birds. The drawing I saw and Axe's fear of birds were clearly connected. There was no mistaking it, Axe was a little boy who expressed his sadness into a work of art. But why? Was he unhappy while living with uncle Danial?

I picked up the next drawing, and paused. It was a messy picture of a woman wearing glasses. I blinked, then raised an eyebrow, pointing to myself. “Is… is that me?” Hannah nodded quickly, her fingers twisting together. “Y-yes,” she said nervously. “Is it good?” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “Yes. It’s perfect.” She smiled, clearly relieved, her body relaxing against mine. I continued flipping through the drawings, my smile still lingering, until I reached the last one. My hands stilled as I looked at the drawing of four people.

I’d half-read most of the words, skimming through them to find out what each sigil meant, and the lore behind the amulets, idols, and talismans it depicted. I leant forward in my chair. Slowly, I traced my finger along the edge of the drawing, marking out the distinct, rough-edged lines of the stone. It had been shaded with rudimentary cross-hatching, but it looked similar to the crystal necklace Cyrus had given me. Shuffling closer, I began to read in earnest.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

" You're welcome baby but quick question. Where did you come up with this idea?" It's unusual. " Uhm... About that." She scratched the back of her head and I almost begged God for her answer to be legal. " One night I walked into your boss's room and saw a drawing book. All the drawings were amazing but I had three favorites, the flowers, the fruit bowl and the sky. So i put them all in on since I couldn't decide which one I liked most" Hunter draws!?? That explains the talent in Louisa. And that should be the night he caught her in his room.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my