Hunter X Hunter Imagines Novels & Stories

I purse my lips, my brain running in overdrive, even as I feel the strange hollow sensation in my chest. “Did you ever think that the village could just be made of Hunters?” I ask, slowly. Sid’s eyes widen, “Are you suggesting that the village could be their domain?” He stares at me before shaking his head, “It’s not possible. They would have discovered us. Hunters have this sense about them. They’re not altogether human. They can sense an Other if they’re close enough.” I show him the printed picture of the two men, “This might be a far stretch but do you recognize either one of these men?”

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....

Kate and Susanna had planned well, there wasn’t much else to do but wait to see if it worked. As Izzy and Kate kept talking, Susanna was making progress toward the spring and the Kreil were tracking Susanna's path from the day before. The six werewolves were each thinking about how the end of the Hunt would look for each of them. There were six different endings being played out in the minds of the werewolves, and none of them had the right ending figured out yet.

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

“Even the parasite. It’s got a name, but it wants to be Kujo because that’s what you call it.” “Does it have anything like a gender? I hate using it.” “Guess you may use him, because his energy is sort of masculine.” “Why were you so horrified when you first saw him?” She searched for something on her phone and showed me a picture that froze me where I stood. It was a nightmarish mix of a monstrous skeleton dog with the Alien from the movie franchise. “That’s kinda what I saw,” she said, retrieving her phone to search for something else. “And this is what he would look like for you if he could.”

Some, they used in buying fruity ice creams that don’t suit their palates us beast. “If we shift into our beast form, we can run to the bus station, right?” Hunter asked. Joel rolled his eyes and replied, “And then what? Reveal to the human that we exist?” “We can do disguise!” Edgar suggested. “Hunter will shift and then we will ride on his back. We can use fabric to cover him and pretend that we are riding a horse instead!” “That was the dumbest idea I ever heard,” Joel murmured. “Did you ever see a hairy horse?”

He continued to stare at me until something else drew his attention away. Hunters had a strange dichotomy playing out. Their mission was to kill genetically enhanced creatures. The white wolf, a genetically enhanced creature, was their sign from God or a talisman validating their deeds. Stupid. The rest of the night was uneventful. I dreamed of running through the meadow with Ghost and Magnus and moments with my father. I thought of my friends, Gunnar, Diesel, Clara, Adam, and Uncle Harris. I pondered the coming Hunter War. Was I the match that would activate a slaughter?