Hunter X Hunter Drawings Novels & Stories

I was just about to call after her - to tell her that we weren't done talking when she returned, clutching a stack of papers between her fingers. She crossed the room to where I was standing and held it out to me. "I wouldn't be so sure about that." I took the papers and began flipping through them - fast at first, but slower and slower when I realized what I was looking at. Drawings that Tate did. Various drawings of himself playing with other pups, drawings of the two of us with the rest of the pack, drawings of the two of us as a family with a faceless father figure, and finally, a drawing of a pack with a lone pup standing off to the side with drooped ears and a hanging tail.

I picked up my sketchbook and a pencil. He gave me a hug before returning back to his work. Once I was outside I let the tears fall silently. Hearing the car pull up on the drive I climbed over the back fence and called for Hunter to jump it. We ran up through the woods until the house was out of sight. We had been walking for a while before I decided to sit down by a tree, Hunter sitting beside me. We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape.

"What are you drawing?" Jaxon's hand moved to cover the page, then stopped. He studied Elijah's face as if weighing something. Finally, he turned the notebook so Elijah could see. The page was covered in symbols. Intricate, looping designs that looked like writing but were not any alphabet Elijah recognized. Some were geometric, all sharp angles and precise lines. Others were organic, curved and flowing like water or wind. They overlapped in places, creating patterns that pulled at the eye. The wolf recoiled.

A shadow emerged from behind a gnarled oak, and I was ready to strike—until I saw him. Hunter. Dressed in a loose tunic, a satchel slung across his shoulder, he grinned at me like this was any other day. “Fancy seeing you two here.” I exhaled sharply, lowering my weapon. “Hunter, what the hell are you doing here?” He held up a weathered sketchbook. “Would you believe me if I said I came to draw the ruins? The landscapes here are—” “—dangerous,” I finished, stepping toward him. “This place isn’t some scenic retreat. Harper and Layla are hiding somewhere in these ruins, and we don’t know what kind of traps they’ve set.”

Hunter says looking over my shoulder. I look round at him and then back to the book as I feel my wolf dart from my mind slamming the door behind her. "Right here" I say as I look back down to the blank page in front of me. I gasp. The words, the drawing it was gone! I quickly flick through the book. Every page blank. Except I knew it wasnt! "I swear.... It was right here and there was a drawing of a wolf!" I rant. "I believe you" Hunter says reassuringly.

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?"

There, hidden behind a curtain of weeping carbon-fiber vines, was a small, dilapidated shack. "What is this?" I asked. "The only place the grid can't see," Xander said. He pulled back the vines, and I saw a wall covered in jagged, hand-drawn charcoal sketches. I gasped. The sketches weren't of buildings or machines. They were of us. There was a drawing of a man and a woman standing in a mountain of gold; a drawing of a girl with a wooden ring; a drawing of a man with orange eyes holding a woman in the rain.

Why did he look concerned? “What’s wrong, handsome?” I asked, cupping his cheek. His eyes widened with my question. He waved his hand towards the bed that was covered with pages of sigils drawn on them. I picked them up, not recognizing them. “Where’d you get these?” I asked as I shuffled through them. “What are you talking about, love? You’ve been drawing them for the past twenty minutes. Your eyes went completely white as you drew them. Nothing we said or did could break you out of your trance,” Xander said.

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.