Novel & Cerita Hunter X Hunter Menchi

A strong she-wolf, there’s a rumor about her, but that’s a story for another time. Next is… Mercimer Marx (25) Alpha of Eternal Blaze Pack. The youngest Alpha here. Always calm and collected, he is also the nicest. He has reddish brown hair, blue eyes, and a freckled face. A look that could melt anyone's heart. Then, Hercule Perrimont (34), Alpha of the Penumbral Sturgeon Pack. He doesn't speak much and doesn't entertain anyone: a silent type as the term says. He handles the pharmaceutical side of the Manor. He has shoulder-length wavy black hair.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

There was a torn fabric on the ground he took and he tied it around his hips, covering his length which made me flush as he teasingly looked at me with that serious passionate look in his eyes. “I!” Hunter Albrecht screamed to all the witnesses that surrounded the Brooks Mansion, “Alpha Hunter Albrecht is now the official Alpha of the Midnight Pack! Spread the word to all the Clans and every individual here in this territory and bury this *sshole together with his family and ancestors. He still deserves to be buried with honor and dignity for giving me a fair fight!”

Three men in dark gear stood at the end of the hall, the silver crests of the Hunter Syndicate glinting on their chests. "The Vances are a lineage of slayers," the leader sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Since when do hunters play vet for the vermin? Or has the 'Great' Chloe Vance become so pathetic she can’t even tell the difference between a dog and a shifter?". "Shut up," Chloe said, not looking back as she continued to check the fox's leg.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

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…

The old man clenched his teeth in anger as his gaze lingered on the remnants of Laskin's self-destruction. The other three remained silent. Their auras had all but sealed the void and crashed down on Xavier. The surviving Menzies immediately pleaded with them upon witnessing the arrival of the white-haired old man and his companions. "Holbur! You must get justice for the Menzies!" pleaded one of them in a mix of grief and desperation. "Our family's half-immortal perished after being attacked by this monster. Our millennia-old legacy is now in ruin, and thousands of our disciples have died in battle," implored Hepman, the head of the Menzies, while pointing at Xavier who stood arrogantly with

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.

They then walked together a few steps away from the club where Hector's car was waiting. They got in on each side and Hunter sat there waiting for his boss to start talking. It was only when Hunter heard a shuffling in the back seat that he noticed Marco Bianchi sitting there. “Hunter.” Marco acknowledged him. “Marco.” Hunter 'greeted' back. Marco Bianchi was Hector King's consigliere. The 'wise man', who gave the boss advice on most topics that concerned the family. “Guess what Hunter.” Hector said. “What, sir?” “The rock that the son-of-bitch Marcus Grayman was hiding under had finally been struck by lightning.”

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.