Hunter X Hunter Gourmet Hunter Novels & Stories

“It’s not our thing though, so we decided to go hunting instead. “You though… you’re supposed to be mating with Tobias, not out here with another guy. So, where’s Tobias?” “He’s at the island,” I say, trying to quickly come up with a good excuse. “He wanted me to go catch us some food, and I ran into this wolf who’s helping me.” “Right…” Henry says slowly. “There’s no way though, sweetheart. Tobias loves hunting. If he wanted food, he’d be happy to get it himself.”

Maybe he didn't think that my ears were so sensitive. One of the advantages that make me an excellent hunter is that I have perfect ears and eyes that are many times sharper than the average person's. I'm confident that there hasn't been a hunter who can surpass me in that, not even a werewolf. I calmly sat down and continued to weed, pretending not to notice anything. Luckily, I didn't run away.

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.

So far, she has had to take note that Hunter shouldn’t be fed any chocolate. And she was right, Hunter is allergic to chocolates. She just couldn’t believe that. In any case, she had made a chicken soup for Hunter. Butler Henry had taken it to Hunter’s room. She didn’t know whether he liked it or not, and since she had nothing else to do, she decided to bake him a fresh berry tart – which she learned from Butler Henry was his favorite fruit. She mentally took a note to prepare a lot of dishes that come with berries. She might need a lot of it as an apology gift.

Scarlet, who was looking at the whole situation with wide eyes, sighed and rushed over to me like we just witnessed a school fight. "Ohmigosh- that was so fucking cool!" She exclaimed as she sit down beside me and buzzed with excitement. This gurl literally gulped 2 bottles of fucking vodka yesterday and still looked like a beauty. Fuck world algorithms. Can someone just take my order? I am fucking hungry, Hunter crossed his arms clenching his jaw, he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck and then formed tight fists. Is he....jelly? This was going to be interesting.

"This is Hunter Alexa Smith. She is a fighter type like you, Miss Seolurrie. She is one of the best first grade hunters in our country." Hunter Alexa had an arrogant look on her face when Mr. Ambrose said the last sentence. Seolurrie didn't give her much attention and that made Hunter Alexa irritated. "I don't like you." Hunter Alexa whispered and the other hunters looked at their direction. Mr. Ambrose cleared his throat before introducing Seolurrie to the hunters. "This is Miss Seolurrie. She is a fifth grade hunter and a fighter type. As for the other things... well, see for yourself."

He gave pieces of answers that only led to more questions. “The food will last us the distance to the way station, but fresh meat would be even better. Will Tete catch food for us also?” “He always shares.” That answer prompted another thought. “How do you prepare it?” Hunter frowned for a moment, sifting the word, searching for understanding. “I eat it as it is brought to me, fresh, not as my mother used to ready food. But I do not eat meat a lot. I mostly eat greens, and roots, and berries from the earth. Tete finds my fare . . . ” Hunter hesitated, his smooth brow furrowing, lips thinning in what Poe took to be humor, before continuing, “amusing.”

Tables were packed with plates and cutlery, meats and roasted vegetables, greens and desserts. They were laden with flowers spread among the dishes, decorations gracing the tables. The festival was a show of immense wealth meant to impress the shifters present. The food seemed endless, and staff continued to refill the dishes as they ran low. A constant stream of replenishment streamed from the kitchens to the grounds where the feast was set up. The tables of food were standing throughout the courtyard in the back of the castle. More tables stood in the fields beyond, benches attached for the participants to eat after their day of travel. All of the tribes had arrived and were mingling throu

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

“It does though, don’t you get it? Of all the packs out there, Night Blaze is unique. It isn’t a cliché and it is a strong and powerful name.” Hunter looked down at the paper in front of him. He was silent for longer than I liked. When the silence settled in, my thoughts went dark. How easy would it be to jump over the desk and tear into his throat? Would I even care if I was the one to end his life? “You may be right.” Hunter finally spoke.