Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Drawings

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

I gestured to my office. What he showed me was raw genius—charcoal drawings of pack life that captured something essential and true. Wolves mid-shift, the exact moment between human and animal. Ceremonies rendered in intricate detail. Portraits of pack members that somehow showed both their human faces and the wolf beneath. "Daniel, these are incredible," I breathed, examining a drawing of a pack run—dozens of wolves rendered so precisely I could identify individuals. "How long have you been drawing?" "Since I was a kid. It's the only thing that helps when my wolf gets restless." He shifted uncomfortably. "I know they're probably not good enough for a real gallery—"

The script was too ancient for me to understand so I focused on the drawings instead. The first one had a group of living beings, werewolves living together in a community, eating, relaxing, and living peacefully. The second one showed a few of them going on hunting and killing off the wild beasts easily. The leader seemed to have gained a lot of power and the next one showed him becoming more powerful and standing tall while addressing his pack. The drawings were fading away so I couldn’t catch all of it, but it seemed that this leader challenged the Moon Goddess herself, as he seemed to be jumping towards the moon with his claws pierced out.

I wish I was one of them right now because they are partners and I'd pick being partners with a frog than being partners with Hunter. The tents set up for us were no ordinary tents, they were luxury tents made like real rooms. I take a deep breath then enter the tent, I look around and notice that Hunter was asleep on his own bed. Ah, this is the perfect time to have my revenge for that horrible picture. I tip toe to my bag and find a permanent marker. I tip toe back to the side of his bed and raise my hand to start drawing on his stupidly handsome face. He stirs and I freeze, he soon settles back down and I move the marker towards his face to start my masterpiece when he suddenly snatches m

Zaiden cheered, giving me a high five. I beamed with pride at the acknowledgment. It was a useful gift to have, especially at a time like this. “Did you see anything else?” my mom prodded gently. “Anything that could help us prepare for what’s coming?” “I’m not sure how helpful this is, but one hunter had a sketchbook. Inside it, I found a few drawings of you, Ella. Is there any reason this hunter will draw countless images of you?” My dad grunted, catching Zaiden’s attention (mine too).

Or anything. “Wow, is that a drawing of him, you are something else.” Mrs Haughter said as she pulled my sketch pad off my lap and admired the drawing of Lucas I made. Drawing was one of my talents. Actually, it was the best thing I could do. Perhaps it was because of my werewolf senses, I could draw images of people unbelievably well. “What's that on his arm? Hmmn, it looks like something I have seen before...wait, is that the Bloodbond?"

Said Rasmus with a dejected sigh. "Oh shut up. She has beautiful eyes. Better than you two." Luca grumbled, making their head snap in his direction as they narrowed their eyes at him. "We know." They both said in unison, making Luca sigh. "My drawing is almost complete," Luca muttered and then showed his drawing to both of them only to earn a loud laugh from them. "What is this?" Hunter asked in between his laughter. "An angel," Luca replied with a shrug of his shoulder. "Luca, that looks like a mosquito," Rasmus commented with fake pity. Earning a low growl from Luca and his growl was like a baby.

"Tell me what she looks like. Do you know her name?" I shook my head negatively. "I know nothing of her. Not a name or where she's from" I sighed. "Just a second" I kissed him, turning to the bedside table. I pulled out a pen and paper. I conjured her image once again in my head and began to sketch on the paper. I sincerely hope it'll be better than the one I drew at the Castle. I drew on the paper, not leaving out a single detail. Soon I was done. I showed it to Cameron. "I'll send word out, I'll forward this drawing to several Packs and allies. Someone is bound to find out something" Cameron replied, his eyes falling on the drawing once more. He examined it briefly, before his eyes widened

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

) The little girl sighed, taking off her back pack and pulling out a huge sketch book, she handed it over to Kalen and after receiving her permission, Kalen flipped it open. Kalen gasped in surprise at the beautifully drawn landscapes within, the pack warriors immediately shifted closer to Kalen to catch a glimpse but not close enough to trigger Kalen's anger. "You drew all this?!" Kalen asked the little girl in astonishment. Although the drawings were a little messy and not completely perfect but for a 4 year old it should not be possible to draw this beautifully, it looked to have been drawn by a teenager with reasonable artistic training.