Hunter X Hunter Kortopi の小説・ストーリー

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

I ask Hunter as we watch him harass the girl I learned is named Katerina. “That is the son of the Alpha of Dark Forest. They’re a fairly new pack that has territory a bit south of Katerina’s pack.” “Seems to me he doesn’t respect women.” Just as I am about to go teach this prick a lesson Katerina’s brother, Kai, arrives. There is something off about him. He doesn’t smell like a wolf, but he must be. “Oh shit,” says Hunter as he goes into a laughing fit.

She plunged the knife deep into his leg, watching him step away from her while groaning in pain. She reached for the car door again, trying to open it but a hand suddenly grabbed her hair, pushing her head to hit the metal door. Hunter caught her just in time as her body slackened. Hunter smiled triumphantly before he dragged her unconscious body deep into the forest. Meanwhile, the pack physician and Knox were reaching their limit as they tried to find the cause of Kodiak's unconscious state. When the doctor realized that he was not competent enough to handle the matter, he immediately suggested to the Beta of the Dark Edge pack.

Dedari asked, leaning slightly against one of the poles holding the tent close by. "His name is Casper Kantil, fifteen years old and a hunter of our kind…" Rich started, his voice coated with disgust, but before he could continue with his next statement, Dedari raised up his hand for him to stop. Dedari thought his ears was burning with the little piece of information Rich had just rattled out.

[-57] [-49] [-70] [-63] [-120] [-66] [-55] After finally landing on the ground, Kirou immediately ran to the shadow of a big tree. The crocodiles seeing him run gave chase. Fighting for so long, the crocodiles became acutely away of the dangers of Kirou entering shadows. The group of elite monsters originally had over twenty swamp crocodiles but Kirou kept whittling down their numbers. This was especially so for when he ran into the shadows. He would always disappear and show up behind a weakened swamp crocodile to finish it off. After having this happen to their group a few times the crocodiles made sure to fight away from the shadows of the trees. If not for the recent attack, he wou

Cortez continued firing Hunter with questions, “Oooooookay! That’s me, and six toes, the night I met him at a club,” He nodded off to the screen, with a small furrow on his eyebrows, “And that's us, the very same night, we went to my apartment and we finished up what started at the club. I won’t go into details, you all know what happened!” He said this casting Ander a small nervous look,

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

I breathe them out, locking a hard, invisible wall of pressure around my own skin. Kori begins to turn, her eyes widening as she catches my scent. "You cannot - " I do not let her finish. I drive my hand straight through her shoulder blades from behind. My claws tear through muscle, bone, and cartilage with a wet, heavy crunch. Her chest bursts outward. My fingers wrap around the hot, pulsing mass of her heart. I yank my arm back. Kori stiffens, her mouth falling open. The light vanishes from her eyes instantly, leaving them hollow and white. She drops forward onto the dirt like a sack of stones.

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”