Hunter X Hunter Drawings Novels & Stories

"It's settled, then. You will have our protection and a place to stay during your time in Black Creek." As their meeting finally came to an end, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the walls adorned with drawings and paintings. The images depicted wolves in various forms, some in fierce battle stances, and others in moments of tranquility. But what struck me the most were the drawings that seemed eerily familiar. I walked closer to one of them, my heart quickening as I realized that the wolf in the drawing was striking a fighting stance that mirrored one I had often used. It was as if the artist had captured my movements with uncanny precision.

* She growled as she grabbed the paper from him, folded it neatly and placed it in her pocket. It was a drawing of a huge statue indicating the position of the Alpha, lifeless on the floor with blood rushing from his head and people around him watching with smiley faces. *"What do you mean going through your stuff and what the hell is wrong with you these days!" * Xander asked and her lips stretched into a small smile. *"How hard can it be for you to grasped Xander! Stop going through my private stuff!"* *"The stick drawing is just art that I've grown to love and it's none of your business!"*

I turned my back on him and went inside our home. Our house is filled with memorabilia from our hunts. What I like the most is the head of the wolf that is hanging just above the fireplace. It is just a normal wolf but that is my first kill so my father decided to put it at the place where visitors can easily lay their eyes on. Aside from the head of the wolf, I also love the small drawing of a feline that has two tails. The drawing is made by my mother because she likes to draw when she’s alive.

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

Besides Joshua, no one had ever seen any of my draws, and I wasn't in the mood to explain myself, especially to someone like Rebekah. Well, as I thought the whole situation was over, it wasn't. Joshua decided on having my back like he always does. " Though I still want to tease her since I love the look on her face, a man like shall be honest with his pack members. She is really talented, it is as if her talent was a gift from the moon itself." " If so, I would love to see some of your drawings - I mean, if you don't mind it." Says Hunter while looking deep into my eyes. I don't know how he does it, but whenever he looks at me that way, I feel butterflies roaming inside of me.

“Hey buddy! How are you?” He bit his lip, suddenly shy. "I'll miss you, Sister! Come back soon.” Before I could reply, he turned to Xeros and handed him something– more like, pushed something into his hand. Before we could ask anything, he darted away. Xeros carefully unfolded the paper, and I found myself peeking over his arm in curiosity. But never could have prepared me for what I found: it was a drawing , with me, Xeros and Adam. Adam had drawn himself smiling in the center, clutching both our hands as we ran through the rain and storms together.

“But I do need to show you something.” She takes my hand and leads me to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small stack of papers. She holds them out to me, and I take the stack. They’re children’s drawings in crayon. “I found those in Bryony’s room,” Willow explains. Our three-year-old daughter's drawing isn’t a concern. It’s the subject matter in her drawings that makes me pause. There are drawings of wolves in cages, a bloody wolf on the ground with a knife sticking out of its neck and a black sun with a smaller blue circle inside of it.

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

The girl was a talkative—something I loved about her. "And why are you still up?" My gaze fell on his drawing book. "Drawing something?" He nodded and sat back on the floor. I took a closer look at the drawing. It was a weird one. Xylon was definitely going to be a good artist when he grew up. But for now, his sketches were still amateurish. Observing carefully, I could tell it was a rough sketch of a man. At least, that was what it looked like. The person had beards and a moustache with a hoodie over his head. The drawing looked poor and unclear, but this was what I could make out.

he asked, smiling at how excited she was. “Uhm” she said, nodding seriously. “He tot me how to draw a chicken. Dada, I will draw a chicken for you” Hunter’s eyes softened. “Hmm, and will you teach me how to draw too?” “Yes,” she replied in her tiny voice without looking up. She went right back to her drawing, her eyebrows pulling together as she focused. Her pencil scratched the paper again as she started to draw some funny lines in her book. Hunter stared at her lovingly. He loved her serious face even as she drew what he couldn't even explain… lips pouting slightly, one eyebrow lower than the other, her little fingers gripping the pencil tightly.