Hunter X Hunter Nen Chart Novels & Stories

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin. The slate flickered to life. A three-dimensional map of the Black River valley projected into the smoky air, its blue light illuminating the silver soot on my face. Three red dots—the dead Hunters—had flatlined. But circling the perimeter of the valley were a dozen pale, pulsing circles. "Seekers," I murmured.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Khyrix immediately stepped between me and the text, "Let me go through it." He laid the book on the table. As he carefully opened the heavy cover to the table of contents, I leaned over his shoulder, holding my breath. There was a strange substance growing all over the pages. Whatever it was, it grew like a network of veins, wrapping tightly around the edges of each sheet. Khyrix’s eyes scanned down the table of contents, instantly opening to page four hundred and thirteen. The page revealed a highly detailed, hand-drawn illustration. It was an exact replica of the massive tree that stood at the heart of our academy grounds.

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

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

he said and left my room. The next day was a lot easier. I was able to bond a bit with the other hunters, and they seemed quite cool. I went to the library immediately after breakfast, and just like the day before, I did not leave until in the night. The literature about witches was more. There was no definite method of killing as they were just like humans, so anything that could kill a human could kill them, but they weren't stupid enough to let a hunter get close enough. The best way to get them was through protection charms, and there were several of those. There were charms for all kinds of spells. I knew I wouldn't be able to read and master all of them. Once a hunter had the right cha

At the sound, Scout perked up, letting out a low bark, his small frame tensing as if ready to bolt back to his owner. A blinding flash flooded the room, and I winced, shrinking against the wall as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. When I dared to look, I felt my breath catch at the sight of him. He was shirtless, his broad chest lined with a map of scars and dark, twisting tattoos, his jeans riding low on his hips. Shadows played in the hollows of his muscles, his skin taut and tan in the harsh light. His hair was disheveled, falling into his face as though he’d either just left his bed or spent a night dragging his fingers through it. And damn it all—he was stunning.

An effort that Hunter has made with me. Hunter is partially sitting on the arm of my armchair, with his hair messy for having just let out a laugh that made him throw his head back, like a worry-free boy. He is wearing black pants that cover his anklet, and his arms covered by a navy blue dress shirt that folds in the curve of his elbow, revealing the designs engraved on his skin.

Charles and Max was one of the hunters that was called. Mr. Ambrose introduced the hunters one by one to Seolurrie. Seolurrie noticed that Hunter Charles and Hunter Max wasn't the only ones familiar. Hunter Kate was also in there, but a girl caught Seolurrie's attention when she hugged the arms of Hunter Max as she was introduced by Mr. Ambrose. "This is Hunter Alexa Smith. She is a fighter type like you, Miss Seolurrie. She is one of the best first grade hunters in our country."