Hunter X Hunter Icons Novels & Stories

I silently watched her do all she did, expecting a rewarding response. After a while, she shook her head. “I just searched through the pack’s archive of terrestrial and supernatural symbols and logos, but there were none looking like this.” I huffed, my shoulders dropping. “A dead end again.” My eyes brightened instantly as an idea crossed my mind. “Is there a chance that the logo isn’t just related to Woodhound? Perhaps, it’s something that has to do with the supernatural world as a whole…witches, Lycans and warlocks included?”

"You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just put your filthy hands on her, or Prince Adriel will tear you into dog meat." Ian raises a single, tense finger and points toward the front entrance. Through the dust and shattered glass, Adriel steps into the shop. He is fully shifted into his Lycan form - a massive, towering wall of midnight fur, claws dripping with dark adrenaline, and eyes glowing a lethal, predatory gold. But he isn't alone. Walking right beside him is another hunter clad in full black tactical gear, the distinct, silver "H" insignia stamped across the chest plate. The second hunter looks at the man holding the gun and shakes her head in pure disgust, lifting her ha

Upon arriving, we found her house completely messed up, with broken medicinal bottles and a symbol drawn on the wall in blood - a star with 7 corners, created by a circle with 7 arrows. "This is bizarre!" I exclaimed, rushing to Jade's side to check on her well-being. "Are you alright?" I asked. "You think this is strange? Wait until you learn the origin of this symbol - it will blow your mind," Jade said sarcastically, a smile playing on her lips. "Why the suspense? Just tell us!" I demanded, crossing my arms. "This symbol belongs to the Seven hunters, who have likely been imprisoned for centuries. So, either it's a prank, or..." Jade paused, looking at us intently before continuing, "Someo

As the cameras switched views, a dark figure walked through the estate’s wooded perimeter—moving fast, avoiding sensors, slipping through blind spots like someone who knew the layout better than they should. Hunter stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing. “That’s not one of Shopia’s men,” he murmured. Monique zoomed the feed. The figure paused, turned deliberately toward the nearest camera, and held up something. A mask. Black. Marked with a symbol Hunter hadn’t seen in years. Helen tensed. Evalina’s grip tightened around Hunter’s arm. “Who is that…?” she whispered. Hunter’s answer was barely audible. “He’s not Shopia’s.”

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

Akiko announced, and Zen blinked. “Who is Felix?” Sasha cringed. “Felix “Hunter” Martin. He created his own famiglia and rose the ranks quickly, catching the Godfather’s eye to attend this academy. You should have seen him before. He is a big guy with gorilla muscles, bright beach blond hair and a scar over his right eye.” “The Hunter is Guild Carnage’s vice guild leader. He’s also in Johan’s primary party together with a lady named Oritha “Amazonian” Silva. They’re strong. All three of them belong to Class B,” Liu Feng supplied.

An effort that Hunter has made with me. Hunter is partially sitting on the arm of my armchair, with his hair messy for having just let out a laugh that made him throw his head back, like a worry-free boy. He is wearing black pants that cover his anklet, and his arms covered by a navy blue dress shirt that folds in the curve of his elbow, revealing the designs engraved on his skin.

And that symbol belongs to the Red Moon pack! ***

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.

But even so, the children managed to keep in mind the image of many of Professor Knudlac's tattoos. His arm was full of tattoos, of various sizes and shapes, in various hypostases, such as that in which some archers or spearmen killed ferocious monsters or quietly watched over surroundings, images of various non-mystical animals, such as bears, deer, wolves or ravens, but also of mystical animals such as the Phoenix bird, the rock dragon, the fire snake or even an ... ice dragon.