Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

"This won’t take long." Lexa glared, her body coiled and ready to spring. If she was going out, she’d make it count. But before the hunter could pull the trigger, a blur of white fur barreled into him, sending the crossbow clattering to the ground. Xander’s wolf emerged from the chaos like a force of nature, his ice-blue eyes blazing as he ripped the weapon from the hunter’s grasp. A guttural snarl tore from his throat as he drove the man back with savage precision, leaving no room for retaliation.

Hunter has transitioned into a wicked wolf but is still laying down on the ground. "Shit. Hurry." Axel says and rushes to the cage and opens the door. Dr. Spine enters the cage and quickly puts the collar around Hunter's neck. Hunter lets out another growl. The collar just barely fits around his neck. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." Dr. says while trying to chain the collar to the chains on the wall in the cage. *Click* the chain clicks into the ring on the collar. In the meantime, Hunter has stood up and is now face to face with Dr. Spine. Dr. spine is stuck in the corner and my heart is pounding in my chest. Hunter walks closer to him while showing his teeth and snapping at him.

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

“You will come with us.” Xander’s growl was a low, resonant rumble that shook the very foundation of the stone. “You’ll bleed first.” There was no warning, as the world broke. Guards surged forward - fifteen, maybe twenty - enough to take down a dozen of an elite Hydra Hunters, enough to choke a small army. They carried silver-woven nets, rune-stamped shock batons, and muzzle-binding chains engineered for supernatural restraint. Xander and his siblings met them like a storm made of bone and pure, tearing teeth.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

One last glance was to the obvious eyes of Xena looking at him, he didn't know any of her names accept the hunter one, he thought of nailing her about that whilst he taps something else later. She returned a smile to him and he could see she had the same idea but the room quieted down when Roman entered. "Thanks for meeting, we don't have a lot to speak of so it will be brief" he said placing his file down and scanning the eyes. "Xena, well done taking down that vamp in Brazil" Obviously a bow huntress would excel in the A****n, Danté saw her nod smiling. "And of course congratulations to Danté for identifying the hybrid, that earned him hunter rank" Roman said lifting a chained cross and br

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.