Hunter X Hunter Nen Novels & Stories

Hunter said, between bites. I wolfed down the meat stew. It felt like I hadn’t eaten in days. Nina watched me, grinning broadly. “Baby’s very hungry,” she said. “I’m going to test my new Gamma tomorrow.” Hunter remarked, reaching for another roast potato. “Tasha’s twin brother, Teo.”

Hunter's gaze remained on her, only turning away after a while, with a barely noticeable curve at the corner of his mouth. Silver-tongued. "Go back." When Lena got back to her car, the entire back was wet. She leaned back in the chair, panting, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue. Her impression of Hunter is going to change from today onwards. She used to think that Hunter was well protected and that all the bloody things were done by the people around him. She never expected that he would kill people without any hesitation, even his own relatives. If in the future Hayden also plans to calculate him like this, will he be able to quickly pull the trigger as well?

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

“I bet Daddy is just as crazy about you, too. Isn’t he, you little Prey Hunter?” “So, about hunting?” Tara laughed. “I already asked the sleuth to bring the town two dozen deer and butcher it for you. Is there anything else?” I hesitated. “Actually, there is. Ummm…. So, my mom bought me some stuff… but I’m nervous…” Tara raised an eyebrow at me. “What kind of stuff?” I blushed. “You told me to get laid…..” Her eyes widened. “Ohhhhh… that kind of stuff.” She glanced at Mona. “You gonna keep an eye on your nephew while I do my best friend thing?”

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

I ask, deep in thought. We hear an audible groan in the background, and if could picture Hunter now, he was probably palming his face at the moment in annoyance. "You're getting off topic." Hunter practically grits through his teeth. "I don't care if your assassin is a girl, guy, trans, non-conforming, personal, eunuch, intersex, or a bloody tree for that matter." He begins, pure annoyance radiating from his tone. "We'll we can rule out the Huntress being a tree. It wouldn't..." I begin, however, Hunter cuts me off.

It felt good to talk to someone who understood her, and she knew she could count on Sara to support her no matter what. She finished her tea and went back to her laptop, determined to learn everything she could about the supernatural world. She searched through various forums and blogs, looking for any information that could help her. She read about how vampires and werewolves had been at war for centuries, and how their kind had evolved to become more powerful. As she scrolled through the pages, she came across an article that caught her attention. It was about a secret society of hunters who specialized in killing supernatural beings. They were known as the Order of the Phoenix, and they h

Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price. The file was tucked away in the corner of the cabinet; the thick dust showed it had been abandoned for a long time. Hunters weren't allowed to enter werewolf territory, so werewolves didn't seem to care about them either. Only when needed do they rummage through the material to find out?