Hunter X Hunter Icons Novels & Stories

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

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.

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

Her throat dried up when she found him smirking at her. "My bad, I startled you," Hunter said casually, his hands tucked in his pockets and thumbs out. He was wearing black cargo pants, black combat boots, a black turtleneck with the silver chain dangling on his neck, and silver rings with his hair a ruffled mess. Those jade green hues stood prominently out like cold icy glaciers in all black. Silvia swallowed thickly as she lowered her gaze. She tried to stop the trembling of her fingers. The girl inhaled deeply before closing her eyes as she focused on the flow of magic in her veins.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

the wolf said and i blush “ What is your name? Or do you and lukas share the same name? I asked, the wolf nodded his head “ My name is Asher, Lukas wolf” He sent the environment “ I smell humans around here, I have to give control to lukas” he said and immediately the wolf shifted back to humans. “ Who is there? Show yourself.” he said and stayed behind him Two people came out and bowed to me. I was shocked “ Who are you? “ I asked “ We are hunters just like you and your dad was our leader. We heard from your uncle that he is dead and since then we have been watching you.” he explained

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.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.