Hunter X Hunter Icons Novels & Stories

I really want to know his conclusion. “The night hunter has killed 45 men, and these men are from different packs; they don’t have any history together, so why did the night hunter kill them?” he asked. They were involved in the massacre of my pack. “That is suspicious; how does he even do it? Passing the tight security in the academy and whipping the camera footage, it’s very suspicious,” Yasmine said. Well, what can I say? Not only am I a skilled warrior, talented in martial arts, but I am also a very skilled hacker. I have my little gadgets, and where do I keep them? I have a little hut deep in the woods, and that is where I did my little research. I make sure the hut can’t be traced to m

She looked in the direction from where someone would have shot an arrow and saw a hunter hiding behind leaves, more like wearing leaves. Beast pulled out the arrow from his body forcefully and threw it away, and ran toward the tree where that hunter was hiding, only to kill him. Liara looked away from that direction, not able to see these things, and that was when her eyes landed on the arrow, which looked familiar. She picked it up carefully and saw the ‘H’ sign craved in it beautifully. Her eye’s widened when she recognized the arrow. She stood up on her feet, holding the arrow, and at the same time, the dead body of the hunter was thrown near her feet.

A chilly feeling crept around his heart. They both knew what that meant... Wolf hunters were on the snoop! The crescent moon was the insignia of all wolf hunters... Each time they killed a wolf, they always inscribed their symbol on the wolf's forehead. "Will Kyra be safe?" Jace questioned. His shaky voice betrayed the fear he was feeling at that moment. Jax shook his head. That was the same thing he was thinking about... 'Jack.... Take care of Kyra. Wolf hunters are back. Don't ask questions. Be there till morning, we are heading back to the pack house.' He transmitted through a mind link.

Azrael and Hunter have the same matching tattoos. It is just an inscription in Greek. I begged my dad and after persuading him for months he allowed me have it. I replied the message. Guess I have a date this Saturday.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

Zekan replied. “There's an inscription of some sort, take a look”. Kyan’s voice sounded through the door. It went quiet for a moment, until Talon spoke. “Hmm, I feel as though I’ve seen this before. From what I recall, it is the symbol from a tribe of hunters”. “Well, what sort of hunters?” Kyan asked. “Hunters that dedicate their lives to killing unnatural species. So, that of our kind and witches”. “So, this could have come from a tribe in Bluebay then?” Zekan spoke, curiously.

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla

The shift in her eyes. Small. But real. The shadows hesitate. Just for a second. That is all I need. “Close it,” I say. The scarred Hunter moves. Fast. Too fast. He is not running away. He is running toward her. Toward the center. He pulls something from inside his jacket. Not a weapon. A blade. Black metal. Covered in symbols. I recognize it instantly. Old magic. Forbidden. “Rissa,” I shout. She turns toward him.

Silhouettes stand in the distance, their contours are hidden by semi-darkness, you can only see that they are in dark clothes and hoods. Symbols and geometric shapes are drawn on the floor with white chalk. The vampire does not have time to see them, the hunter looks at the figure in the hood, she gestures to the side. The hunter abruptly turns his head in the indicated direction. There is an oak door, with massive metal fasteners, above the door, symbols are written and bright blue stones are fixed. The vision abruptly disappears. with massive metal fixtures, above the door, symbols are written and bright blue stones are fixed. The vision abruptly disappears. with massive metal fixtures, ab

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.