Hunter X Hunter Meruem Novels & Stories

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

"He's the only one who knows where my baby is!" All eyes came to rest on the man beneath them, barely distinguishable as human. Liv leaped the black maw of the chasm and hit her knees beside the broken and bloodied warrior. Ignoring the gore, she spread her palm on his chest, desperately searching out a breath or a heartbeat. The wolves shifted and kneeled beside her. They glanced around the circle, chagrined. In their bloodlust, they'd forgotten this most important fact. "He's breathing," Liv said with an anguished cry. She leaned over the body, peering down into the swollen and pummeled features. A bubble of blood burst from one nostril. He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to unde

After closing the door, I switched on the TV, but I was five minutes late already. The inspector raised his hand indicating she should stop. He scribbled on his notepad at a terrifying speed. Meera dabbed her forehead with the edge of her sari. Her grey hair was messily arranged into a bun. Her large glasses made her eyes look twice the original size. She had a strange figure. Somehow, all the fat had accumulated in her stomach making it round and big, but her face seemed to be out of proportion. She looked more conical than round, almost like an oversized bumblebee. The inspector looked up.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

What now? “Hunter, your eyes.,” Mera gasps, looking at me with wide eyes. I tilt my head not knowing what she was talking about. “They are blood-red,” she gulps and as soon as I turn my head in search for Brock, he was already back on his seat. Not a single hair on his head was compromised and I thank the goddess for the second time he left enough space between us for me to breathe. “What did you do?” I furrowed my brows.

Did the Hunters’ blood stop them from changing into anything else? Rem and Mrs Emerson both seemed thoughtful before Rem spoke up and said, “my friend is a half-blooded Hunter, and it is a risk that his supernatural side awakens so it isn’t too impossible. Though I guess a pure-human Hunter is less at risk than a half-blooded one?” He glanced at his grandmother for answers, but none were forthcoming.

she was both surprised and unsurprised by that. It made a fatalistic sort of sense that the green-haired Mer man that they’d rescued from Jules Edison’s zombie sheep infested island and who had been in her dream, would be the one who would approach them. “Approaches Havermouth with a group of Mer and humans,” she continued. “She thinks he is acting as an ambassador for the Mer and hopes that we may be able to make some sort of negotiation with them, which having some solution in place for the water, which she thinks is why the Mer are invading, will help.”

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

“For you, Great One.” Amerie furrowed her brows. “Explain.” The Embertaur smirked at her. Apollo growled and lifted his paw to crush its throat again, but Amerie held out a hand to stop him. “Explain, or I shall burn you to ash.” Just as the words left her mouth, a black Eagle broke through the forest canopy. Orange leaves and dark green pine needles fell around them as Mae landed in her human form. Her black leather pants and brown corset top gave her the look of a smooth yet ruthless hunter. Her deep brown eyes sparkled as she took in the Embertaur on the ground and Amerie bathed in fire. With a flick of her hand, a blade appeared in her fingers and she kneeled to point it at the Embertaur

But before she went, she turned back to the werewolf God. "I have one more question," she said. "What is your name?" The werewolf God smiled. "My name is Remu," he said. Alex smiled in return. "It is an honor to meet you, Remu," she said. Alex turned and walked away from the cage. She knew that she was no longer alone. She had the power of the eight-tailed supreme God on her side, and she was determined to use that power to protect the world from the other werewolf clans. Then, she turned and slowly disappeared.