Hunter X Hunter Imagines Novels & Stories

sound, as I assume it must have opened based on it function to most likely notice the closeness of a being. Right now, I am staring down at the water when my thoughts lingers off to a different state. In my mind, I represent the Hunters in an individual, who is Cole Hunter, and represent the Vampires in two beings who are Nicholas and Hillary, whom I doubt have lasr names. Anyway, I imagine what is going through the heads.

I fell on my bed and thought about Hunter and what the future could look like if we did stay together. I closed my eyes and imagined myself living with him and his group of people in the forest. They all lived in wooden cabins. They sat around huge bonfires and sang songs and had huge picnics for everyone. My mind turned darker and I saw them all together chanting, at which point I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I just had to figure out a way to see exactly where they lived and how they lived before things between Hunter and me got serious. I fell asleep feeling upset all over again!

I look at the message, and it's another picture of Veil in a bedroom. “Do you know what I use that bedroom for?” Hunter's conceited voice blares through the speakers. I don't respond even though my heart is rioting against my chest. “I sodomize women there, and now one innocent-looking, charming stepsister of yours is there patiently waiting for her turn.” Fire begins to burn through me, it sizzles my veins, shattering my brain until it feels like my head is about to burst. No one should touch her! She's mine. My beast howls as imaginations fill my mind, the images overlapping each other.

Silvia tensed when Hunter walked through her towards the bed where her future self lay. Hunter crawled over to her as she smiled shyly and Hunter peppered kisses on her belly slowly making his way up. He was kissing her sweetly while mumbling how much he loves her and her future self was beaming with happiness. Hunter had a scar on his eyebrow. Silvia jerked back to reality. Her eyes went wide as saucers. She had a vision in which she and Hunter were together. How was that possible?

I stood up, backing into the shadows behind me, and instantly the Nightmare Eyes surged forward, looking for me. It's the first thing I've done anything besides destroying one of them, so they had to watch me do it, which is exactly what I wanted. My illusions come from my imagination, an ability a lot like the long last nightmare Lord Imagery. Except for mine can't come to life. That doesn't matter, though. If people think they are real, then they're real when they see them. I let my eyes flutter Closed imagining that the structure I was standing on shifted to the opposite side.

Shirley replied. "You are right, that scared the shit out of me," Amelia replied. "Do you remember what happened in your vision?" Shirley asked in a low voice. "I think I remember the summary of the who thing," Hunter replied. "Do you want to talk about it now? Or would you want to rest now, maybe you can tell us about it later," Shirley said. Hunter nodded his head then sat up on the bed properly on the bed, "I don't mind talking about it now," he said. He watched as his mom came to sit beside him on the bed and all the wolves became silent immediately patiently waiting for him to recount what happened in his vision.

Author Pov. Next few chapters will be a flashback of Luna and Hunter's past. Flashback. Hunter was sitting on the chair in his office and a devilish smirk was plastered on his lips. He was smirking while staring at the information that he just discovered. He once again chuckled before holding the picture in his hand. He stared at the picture with nothing but craziness in his eyes. He felt a strong craze for the woman whose picture he was holding. He brushed his fingers on the pictures while kept on looking at it with weird psychotic expressions.

She does not answer. Her eyes are not on me. They are fixed somewhere beyond this street, beyond this moment. Like she is seeing something I cannot. The Door is open. And I do not know how to close it. The first shadow lunges. I meet it head-on. My claws tear through its form, but it does not bleed. It breaks apart for a second, then pulls itself back together like it was never damaged. Not flesh. Not alive. Something else. “Focus on the source,” one of the Hunters shouts behind me.

'Humans have an imaginative mind,' Kasper just said and a smirked form on his lips. For the past years, Kasper believes to what the only guardian in their village, which is guardian Kitsune, told him. She said that werewolves, have been living peacefully for hundreds of year's and in their time, there wasn't a hunter because humans and werewolves are just living in their world. Changes happened twenty-seven years ago, which is also the year when Flint and Kasper were born.

I hissed. Hunter chuckled and raised his arms in surrender. "I'm sorry, OK? I just love teasing you. You know that you are hot, and your scent is a serious turn-on to at least ninety percent of the creatures living in the Dark Realm, and yet you're so adorably innocent…"