Hunter X Hunter Imagines Novels & Stories

"I've spent the last several weeks observing the tree." He opened the notebook. Every page contained sketches. Runes. Timetables. Magical fluctuations. Even weather conditions. Hunter had documented everything. He pointed toward one of the drawings. "The tree isn't alive." Chaos smiled. "I knew it." Hunter continued. "It's a magical construct." "It only imitates a living tree." Order, who had silently appeared behind us, leaned over the pages. "The roots..." Hunter nodded. "They aren't roots." "They're channels." I frowned.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Lena's brain froze for several seconds, her finger pointing at herself, "Me... mine?" "Um." James went upstairs. Lena found it funny that if Hunter had really listened to her, he would have taken her to see Mr. H. Thinking of Mr. H, she would feel a bit of resistance towards the person lying down. Mr. H was so good, did nothing, Hunter's disgust towards him was simply inexplicable. Hunter's brow furrowed tightly, as if he were dreaming. Dreamt of a bottomless abyss swamp, dreamt of many poisonous insects slowly crawling up from the feet, the person above said, it was to build courage, because the place he was going to in the future was a hundred times more terrifying than here.

Hunter says and I am wondering if that is a good thing or a bad thing because from what I know Hell Hounds burn just about everything they get in their sight. Hunter and Caleb are now looking at each other and I can tell they are communicating through their special link before they look at me and Hunter says, “Howl.” “What the Hell do I look like a dog?” I thought to myself but decided to give into their wants and see what would happen. As I began to howl flames shoot from my mouth and I quickly close my mouth not wanting to burn everything in sight. Okay not to blow my whistle but this has to be the coolest thing I ever could have imagined. It’s like having superpowers that are only found i

I’d only seen them for a second, but in that second I’d been utterly sure of what they were, and who they belonged to. It was impossible, but so much of my life was; it seemed stupid to discount something simply because it shouldn’t be possible. Nothing supernatural made sense, and yet here I was, sat at a table with two seasoned hunters and a lifelong battle ahead of me, fighting against things that shouldn’t be. So I pushed my glass to one side, and I recounted a story of my own: the tale of a girl with blue-grey eyes, watching me from the shadows as I ran.

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.

There was probably some mechanism to move it if he was coming and going all the time but, oh well. It was a tiny room, the size of a shoe closet but the magic radiating out of it was unlike anything I’d ever felt. My instinct was to call for Godfrey, but I didn’t want to wait. The sun was likely up now and I had no clue what time zone … or world this would take us to. I looked to the witches for answers. “Can you see into it, without us actually going into it,” Hunter asked. “Yeah really, what if it just takes us to a swamp with giant lizards,” Skyler asked. He was always terrified of reptiles in general. He wouldn’t even chase frogs as a child.

I could understand her. Yes, I also wanted to find it. The mates could feel what the other felt. Hunter was desperate, feeling guilty and miserable for what he had done. He wanted to run away, though not from me. He felt that he was not able to protect me. What if I wasn’t able to protect the other half of my soul? How would she go about protecting an entire pack? Those were his thoughts. I could perceive them as if they were vibrations, reading it as if it were an open book.

I ran deeper into the forest while the hunters shouted behind me. The emotional flood was getting worse. Every step took me further from the compound, but somehow I could still feel the pack. Their emotions followed me like ghosts. Cole, limping through the woods with an injured leg. Thomas, hiding with Rex somewhere far to the south. Eden, using magic to stay invisible with Jace while her strength slowly failed. And through it all, Axel's burning presence. Getting stronger instead of weaker, like he was fighting his way closer despite whatever they'd done to him.