Hunter X Hunter Outfits Novels & Stories

It is only natural that I get to say something too. For whatever reason, Ajax was able to convince Holly that a dress was not necessary for me at the moment. Looking at the dress that Holly has on, I feel a little relieved about it as well. I don’t think that I would be comfortable moving in those clothes. I wonder how one even fights in a dress. Ajax leads our group this time until we reach a specific store that sells what I recognize as the material that the hunter’s uniform is made from. I feel a little tense being surrounded by outfits that a hunter would wear.

When none comes, I look up to see Hunter is still staring, his mouth slightly open, as he closes his mouth, swallows, and opens it again. “You look,” he takes a deep breath, “stunning.” While I had been upstairs getting ready, he had made himself look elegant as well. Wearing a tuxedo jacket without a tie, his button front shirt is a shade of lavender that looks incredible against his pale skin and dark hair. His jacket, like his eyes, is such a dark blue that they almost appear black, and in his chest pocket is a silk handkerchief the same color as his shirt. With diamonds on his ears and cuffs, he looks just as elegant as the first day I saw him, that moment after I saved Livy, and my life

Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store potions, a gun holster on her left thigh, and a holster of blades on the right. Her left kevlar vambrace held a dozen thin silver bolts that she could launch with a flick of her wrist, while the right probably concealed a blade or a spray. A simple form-fitting black t-shirt pulled over the high collar kevlar vest obscured her form but protected her, and that’s what mattered.

"Why did I keep going to this dumb hunt?" she asked. Aric questioned himself while taking another sip from his cup of spiced blood. When he looked around the room at the happy expressions on the other vampires' faces, he couldn't help but let out a sigh. He shook his head in disgust as he pushed a stray lock of his blonde hair out of his face and pushed it back behind his ear. Some hunters appeared to be dressed in the style of safari hunters from the human era, while others wore camouflage, and yet others wore shredded flannel shirts, jeans, and hiking boots. All of the hunters appeared to be in an absurd state of attire.

He was her Hunter and now the seventh member of the council. In Sharra he always wore the common dress, which was brown or black trousers made of soft, breathable material, boots that went to his knees, a long-sleeved linen shirt and a leather vest. Tonight he had on jeans and a tight white tee shirt, which said he was just another teenager. Even though I knew he was older, born in the nineteen sixties, he was still gorgeous. If I hadn't been nervous about him being at my house, I would've been impressed.

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.

Luckily, the owner of this bar was once her close friend therefore she get to pass the security check successfully. Different paired of eyes look upon her as she walks confidently. Wearing an edgy leather skirt and a halter neckline shirt show the curves in her perfect body, a black sock boots, and a quilted sling handbag match her outfit. She also put on make-up and wear a wig. And of course, she wouldn't forget her babies... A small knife and a syringe. 'I'm ready!' she said on her mind. As she gets inside the bar, the upbeat music is playing. The ambient lighting, uplighting, and string lights that colored white and red match the atmosphere of the bar, it was wild.

"Don't worry about a thing. Hunting is more about patience and being in the moment. Just enjoy yourself and stay close to Regan." "Will do. Thanks again," I said, feeling a bit more at ease. After she left, I changed into the outfit. The rugged fabric felt strange against my skin, but I admired the way it looked in the mirror. The gear consisted of a fitted camo jacket and pants, sturdy boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that framed my face nicely. My dark hair, usually worn loose, was pulled back in a practical braid that accentuated the emerald depths of my green eyes.

For the first time in ages, I felt like a sexy medieval princess. As I stepped out of my room, my breath caught in my throat. Hunter was waiting for me, dressed in a tailored blue suit that perfectly matched my dress. The suit hugged his broad shoulders and chest, the crisp lines emphasizing his powerful frame. His tie was a lighter shade of blue, adding a subtle contrast, and the watch on his wrist gleamed under the light. His dark hair was styled neatly, and his sharp jawline made him look like he had just stepped out of a movie.

It did cause me to take my attention off the hunter, to look down. Unlike before, I was covered in combat-style black boots, with tan cargo pants and a black skintight shirt. It was the vest that covered me that caught my attention though. It was similar to the style that the hunters wore. The only difference was it wasn’t as low on the torso as theirs were.