Hunter X Hunter Heart Novels & Stories

She would not apologize for it now. The girl in me would weep about it later. We both knew that too. Hunter had dragged himself to the base of a tree. His good hand pressed the ruin of his shoulder, his eyes open and fixed on me, blood dark on his mouth. He looked at the silver wolf I had become and did not look away, though holding his eyes open cost him. There was chase in that look. And catching. And something close to grief. "There you are," he said, like a man greeting someone he had waited his whole life to meet.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

One evening, Anthony received a box from an unknown person. Is this the present that the man who called me before told me? He remembered the call that he had with a lunatic. He shook his head and carefully opened the box using a cutter. When he has opened the box, Anthony saw Danielle's pictures that has an x mark on it and there was stains of blood. Feeling disgusted, Anthony carried the box and threw it on the trash bin. “ Who have the guts to play this kind of trick on me? Damn it!” Anthony frowned and punched the wall with his clenched fist.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

As Alex continued to absorb Ruth’s pain, he noticed bullet holes in her hand. “Hunters…” he muttered, frowning, relief mingling with anger as he continued channeling the pain into himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling energy coursing through him and into her body. His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly.

Very confused and a bit concerned she had lost her mind I continued questioning her, “What do you mean your a hybrid? How can you be? My dad was a Hunter and Hunters are human. It doesn’t make any sense!” Elly explained, “Think about it. Yes Hunter’s are generally considered human but that isn’t really the case. They are stronger, more agile and faster than humans. They attribute this to their training but in reality it is their every blood that allows it.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “Because inner beasts are intrinsically born knowing who and what they are. The Moon Goddess herself bestows this information to us.” “Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly

Her breathing labored, eyes hazy, and heart thudding. "I... I like you too," She whispered. "F*ck!" He growled. Hunter kissed her passionately with such need that her toes curled in pleasure. He walked her back as the back of her legs hit the bed and they both fell on it. Hunter was quick to balance himself on his hands so as not to crush her under him. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second and the vulnerability in those hazel sunsets made his heart stutter as he molded their lips into one again. Her trembling brims were soft and plump, they tasted like sweet cherries. It was addicting.

Resting upon it was a small, jewel-encrusted chest. Luna approached the chest cautiously, her hands trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She reached out and carefully opened the lid, revealing a shimmering orb pulsating with a soft, soothing light. The relic, known as the Heartstone, radiated an otherworldly energy that seemed to quell the darkness that loomed around them. Gently, Luna picked up the Heartstone, feeling its warmth resonating through her fingertips. She turned to the alpha and Amelia, her eyes filled with determination. "This might be our only chance," she said firmly. "We have to bring the Heartstone close to the creature."

The succubus in me is hungry, hungry for the pleasures of the flesh. ‘Alisa….it is time to feed,’ a voice inside of me calls out and my heart stops. No…get out of my head! I squeeze my eyes tighter and shake my head, how can I harm another being? The steps grow louder, closer, yet at a calm and confident pace. I take in a deep shaky breath to calm myself down. Panicking isn’t going to help in any way. I will have to be in control. My eyes strain to make shapes out of the shadow and that is when I see him. The Hunter.