Hunter X Hunter Male Characters Novels & Stories

"Max! It's been so long, why haven't you texted me?" Max was a tall attractive boy with brown eyes and silver hair. He had a piercing in one ear and lower lip. There was this design that Hunter called a Tattoo on his neck. If I had to speculate his age in the human world, I would say he was the same age as Hunter, around twenty-four. He looked at me curiously and smiled at Hannah. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

And her tiny hands are sticking out as she struggles to survive. I’m trying hard not to laugh my ass off. But… damn, silence is a plague. Zavere comes out of the forest seconds later; I didn’t see that one coming. He wastes no time to strip off his clothes and headband. And my oh my, look at those muscles rippling under the moon’s glare! Half-moon, rather. As Hunter’s The Madman, I call this one The Luciferic Lad—if that makes sense. Actually, it does. He looks wicked yet has the heart of an angel after all. Not like I’d mind the latter when I’ll be slicing his cock and shoving it down his throat.

he said, referring to the bag he held. “Hunter, that's my name,” he said to Bobb. Bobb stood still for a moment, contemplating if telling the stranger his name was worth it. “Bobb,” he said, finally making up his mind. Hunter was a tall, muscular man with a rugged appearance. He had a thick beard and long hair that was tied back in a ponytail. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and his boots were caked with mud. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. He had a stern expression on his face, but there was also a hint of kindness in his eyes.

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

I could feel it, and when he tilted his head, baring his teeth in a cruel sneer, his eyes glinting, Hunter closed his eyes, exhaling. "We’re going to split up." He breathed. "What?" I hissed. "That’s Xenara Khasorin, the third prince of the empire. We’ve met before and he’s fucking lethal." Hunter explained quietly, frowning deeply. "Why am I not fucking surprised?" Theon murmured. "You two carry on, tonight it’s just him and I…" I knew splitting up wasn’t a good idea, but if Hunter was saying to do so…

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.

Anthony cautioned from the corner and Jett hissed, wanting bitterly to swat the other on the face. "If this fails, it's on you!" Jett stated and the other male pointed at himself, perplexed. "Me, what did I do?" Anthony pouted, feeling wronged but Jett huffed and looked away, back to what he was doing till he heard the rustling sounds of movement, and the door suddenly burst open, revealing Xavier, carrying a boy in his arms. Jett's eyes expanded, noticing the black fur emerging from the boy's skin. Another victim!

Hunter's friends climb out and start approaching the airport's entrance while hollering greetings and playful insults to their teammates. As if in a chick flick in which the heroes come out of the car in slow motion and then proceed to wave their hair and laugh, Hunter and Dean exits the last car and just like that, they have everyone's attention. I hear a few girls giggling beside me and I feel like smacking sense into them. Are you blind? Hunter is a freaking asshole! Okay, I won't lie, while Dean is really good looking; Hunter's attractiveness beats Dean's by a long shot. With his chiseled jaw, His blond hair and hazel eyes and his ripped but not overly muscular body, he is every girl's d

"Figures he'd be up front. Probably blowing through Milicent's money like it's nothing." A bell rang, sharp and clear. The crowd went quiet. A door at the far end of the arena opened. A Hunter walked out. Young, maybe nineteen, with a sword that looked too big for his frame. He was shaking. I could see it even from here. "He is definitely a Stage One," Fabian murmured. "First time, probably." Another door opened. What came through wasn't human.