Hunter X Hunter Imagines Novels & Stories

"Chipmunks mostly live in the ground, Hunter." My lips twitched, realizing how my mother corrected Hunter, and he had this surprised look on his face when he also realized that. His mouth hanging open, and I chuckled, leaving him. "I'll talk to you later, Hunter. Find out more about those witches for me." I gave him a sheepish smile before entering the room. --- HUNTER POV I was stuck for a while in the corridor after that. My back leaning on the walls, my arms crossed to my chest, and a little smile escaped my lips.

“See? You can do it, too. All you must do is imagine it in your hand, and you will have the power.” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve heard that she’s a bit crazy. I’m beginning to believe it. The howling in the distance tells me that the witch of the woods—who lives in a jungle—is beginning to cut through Maddox’s warriors. I have no idea how many he’s brought with him, but none of them deserve to die. With a deep breath, I hold my hand out and imagine what it would look like with a bright ball of light glowing in it. Nothing happens.

I can feel blood trickle down from my head and conclude this must be what happens after the trunk opens in my first vision. I concentrate to slow my breathing so I don’t panic. Everything seems to darken suddenly, but I can still hear the busyness of the city. The trunk flies open and I see a man with a tattoo of a cross through a crescent moon, letting me know he’s a hunter. He easily picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming mutt.”

She was impressed, he could see that in the way she couldn’t stop gawking. He laughed. He wouldn’t begrudge her amusement. He had had the same reaction after the Black Hunter had been renovated. Black Hunter was one of his favorite toys and watching her jaw drop at the sight of it gives him so much pleasure. Cathy couldn’t help herself. As a Ptakallis wolf, once condemned by the goddess to live and scavenge the woods for a living, she and the rest of their stray pack barely knew the comfort of luxury. That was, until Maggie, heiress to the Dark Storm empire had been reborn not far from their home. Crazy as it was, she had never been on a plane let alone a private jet before so pardon her if

Please help us and they will save her and bring her to our pack for you. ‘Tell them there’s an old watch tower. That’s where they keep us. It looks like a drain on the floor, but if you face the door, the screw to the right, in front of you is a button that makes the lift descend. How can I help? What do I do?’ I relay the information to Harrison and then open the mind-link. ‘Can you see all the hunters?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘I want you to imagine that they’re all standing on a patch of quicksand. Make the ground swallow them. Where am I from your spot?’

If they did, places like this would be burned to the ground. Of course, that doesn’t mean that there aren’t supes that help the hunters. Whether it’s because they are crazy or because they are trying to save someone they love, there are supes that infiltrate different places and provide the hunters with a way in to capture and imprison us before forcing us into the fighting ring. I reach over and grab my food, snarling at the guy next to me. “What are you, anyway? Some kind of scavenger?” I ask him. He’s lanky and unkempt. He looks like a coyote shifter.

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

I imagined Eliot was having the same gamut of emotions. We all held bags and began undressing at the gate. I was still shy about it but they had been doing this for decades around each other and no one batted an eye. I put my clothes in Wyatt’s bag and stood awkwardly at the edge of the group and shifted, bones cracking and making the horrible noises that wolves make when we shift. The group looked at me with sympathy because it really sounds like it hurts but then their looks of sympathy changed to amazement. I knew what they were seeing because Dali had warned me.

"Because it will melt." "That's negativity." I lean toward Lizzie. "Are the hormones already this strong?" Lizzie nods thoughtfully. "Probably." Ryan mutters: "This is better than television." Hunter sighs. "I just want one peaceful day." Tara flips another page in her notebook. "Okay." Hunter suddenly looks hopeful. "Good." "New idea." The hope dies instantly. Hunter groans. "Please no." "What if the chocolate sculpture is inside a refrigerated glass tower?" Hunter stares up at the sky.