Hunter X Hunter Icons Novels & Stories

It surely was my survival instinct, to keep from reading about Brandon and me and crying myself to death. I was stunned in grief, my mind numb, unable to think straight. Maybe some healthy caffeine would help me clear my head at least a little. I grabbed a random mug and almost dropped it on the floor. It was Haunters merch Brandon had asked his fellas to bring. Only then I noticed there were two of them: black, sober, classy, with the show’s logo in gray. “Shit,” I mumbled, still too numb to give that word any emphasis.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

"Look at the precision. This wasn't a blade. This was... was… burnt into him. The flesh is vitrified." I leaned forward, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I shifted my angle behind the fern, squinting through the uneven torchlight to see what the Sentinel was pointing at. The breath caught in my throat. My vision blurred, a sudden wave of vertigo nearly dropping me to my knees. Carved deep into the center of Master Harrison’s pale, bloodless chest was a symbol. A perfect, clean crescent moon, split down the center by a jagged vertical spike, its base surrounded by three concentric, broken rings.

I push her against the wall, unzipping her skirt and yanking it down. My eyes fall on her sexy ass. That only makes me throb harder. I squeeze her ass, ready to yank her thong down when I notice a symbol tattooed on the side of her waist. The symbol of the Arkan. My blood runs cold, my heart racing. She’s one of them. Suddenly, reality hits and I feel the hatred return. “What is it?” she whispers hornily. I could snap her neck right now… “This mark,” I say quietly. If she is a hunter, does she know what I am? Is that why she’s here? A part of me doesn’t want to believe that. “Isn’t it the mark of the cruel, heartless hunter group?”

He stared at me for a few more seconds before he finally decided to talk. “What are you going to do with me?” The hunter asked in the same fearful voice. I sneered at him. Why was this hunter so fearful? I knew that I caught him, but shouldn’t he at least have a little backbone? I looked down and noticed the badge on his chest. I spotted a badge similar to what Phoenix had shown me in the cave. But unlike Phoenix’s badge, this one only had a single star on it. I remembered what Phoenix said. A one star invocate.

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

“Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.” “Just say spirits. It’ll be easier for him to understand.” “Right. So, I am Yasuhiro Ritsu and this brat is…” “I’m Seirei.” “You don’t have a last name?” “No. I wasn’t born with one. Why? Is there a problem?” he says while licking his lollipop. “No. I thought that you both were related so…” “So you thought I’d have the same last name as this guy. Well, can’t say I wouldn’t think of it.”

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

Their last member for their voyage arrives. Butcher turns his head around to see the likes of Xialn. He bears the crest of the panther on his chest as do all of them but his is more worn out and scratched to hell. On his lower back at those sheathed daggers and on his back is a quiver made from animal furs that are thick, thick enough to house bolts. The ends of his ammunition are carved runes that are dull at the moment. Butcher laughs to himself and echoes his voice once he sees him. “How did you ever convince him of this?” Butch turns his head back to the forest, shaking his head as well. “What’s the wrong Butcher? Afraid I’ll kill you?” Xialn’s voice is much more defined, seasoned, and r