Hunter X Hunter Meruem Novels & Stories

Max slightly turned his head at the employee and the employee cleared his throat before going out of the tent. The employee didn't go out completely. He stayed by the entrance and stared at the two people inside the tent. When Max raised his hand to tuck Seolurrie's hair behind her ear, the employee's eyes widen. He heard and he knew the rumours about Hunter Max. He was known as the one of the five most powerful hunters in Halemyir, their country. He was also known as the coldest hunter. For the coldest hunter caring for a girl is a big news to their whole country.

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

I told him. “How are you going to get out?” “I need you to divert their attention” I told him, “knock down a couple hunters.” “It’s not working, their must be magic in the iron bars.” He said after a few moments. Makes sense, how else would they keep a bunch of witches contained. Damien began cutting down the cages that held the merfolk. “I’ve always hated you people” he spat, “I’m afraid you won’t get to see the ritual; because you’ll all be dead.” The merfolk began to scream as he killed them all one by one.

The newcomer grimaced at her roar. "Well, well, well!" He sighed after her voice and its echo had subsided. The Elevender was very tall, with golden hair and eyes the color of lapis lazuli. Absolutely calm, he strolled to the scene of the event and looked around carefully and obviously absolutely satisfied, then looked directly at Aurelia.

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

As I watched, he shifted again and Dex was now in his place, kneeling next to me. Get his shirt off, he mind linked me. I tugged at it, scared because Emmett was so white and still. Dex leaned forward and began licking Emmett’s wounds with his huge tongue. As I watched, the skin began knitting itself back together. “He’s lost a lot of blood,” I said, worriedly. Dex said nothing, just continued to lick, much like a dog grooming another. I stayed next to Emmett, holding his hand and trying not to cry.

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.

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.

"Our father is Brojue from Oceania, our mother is the Last Royal Mermaid from Lemuria. Our father is a very powerful Triton, and if he knew you were alive and knew our secret, he would have ordered your death." "Now we want you to tell us the secret of the mermaids, why others like you died that night, attacked by you," he interrogated me, his gaze pointing directly at me, his eyes looking at me in such an inquisitive and possessive way that it was irritating. I felt like I hated him, and at the same time, I felt a strong attraction towards him, and I didn't even know his name. I only knew that he was a werewolf hunter and apparently also a mermaid hunter. Could I love and hate a completely

I tried to ignore the pain radiating through my chest at his words. “What do you mean who am I? I’m Snow, your gifted mate… You don’t remember me?” I asked. He shook his head. “I'm sorry, I don’t.” He said. “Come here, let me show you.” I said, and held my hand out to him. He didn't move though. “Why would I let a Hunter get that close to me?” He asked. “Damien, I would never hurt you!” I scoffed. I was getting frustrated now.