Hunter X Hunter Outfits Novels & Stories

she puffed out her chest proudly, and, even though Corinne had no affection for that girl, she can understand Hunter's outrage, because it would be hard for anyone not to worry seeing someone who was barely out of her cub phase, wearing that outfit. “Are you crazy? You would be more covered if you were naked!” Hunter growled, sounding exactly like Corinne's dad would have, if she had done something like that once in her life “What were you thinking?! Go change right now!” “But I liked this outfit.” She pouted, wrapping a finger in her cleavage and pulling it down as if to peer down her blouse, even though all she accomplished was scandalously showing off more of her small breasts “And I'm go

she demanded. “Tell me who you are,” Rex said in a threatening tone as he backed up a few feet. Now that he thought about it, her clothes weren’t common clothes worn by humans who’d survived the apocalypse and were struggling to survive. They also weren’t anything like the clothes he’d seen on Baelil and his people. She wore a one piece jumpsuit that was made from a fabric that looked almost like rubber and her hair was held away from her face with a band that looked to be made of copper covering most of her forehead. He hastily raised his bow and loaded an arrow into it.

When Hunter returned, the very air in the room changed. He had changed into simple black shorts and a sleeveless shirt that clung to the hard, defined planes of his chest and shoulders. His left arm was a full sleeve of intricate, dark tattoos, swirling over every contour of his muscle down to his wrist. His hair was damp, dark brown strands falling across his forehead. He ran a hand through it, making it messier, and a few threads settled over his eyes. He looked like a perfect, handsome devil...wild, untamed, and devastatingly attractive in a way that felt completely dangerous. I forced myself to look away as he took a seat opposite me.

“We move in 30.“ Claud, Lupa and Tara went to their different changing rooms. The air inside was charged with a sense of urgency and anticipation. Streetlights outside cast a dim glow through the windows, illuminating the scene as Claud, Tara, and Lupa geared up for their mission. Claud stood by a sturdy wooden table in the living room, methodically donning his black outfit. The material was a special blend, designed to be both flexible and durable, perfect for the rigors of a hunt. He pulled on his gloves, the dark fabric fitting snugly over his powerful hands. His outfit covered him from head to toe, leaving only his eyes exposed. He adjusted the mask that covered his mouth, ensuring it wa

My mind was still marveled at how she could appear as a young, sea-blue-eyed innocent girl who dressed in a velvet red hood but possessed the killing instinct of a swift assassin. I noticed her entire hunter outfit. It was elegantly made up of various shades of red and black, with red as the primary color on the main suit. Over her suite was a sleek-looking leather jacket with black asymmetrical backcloth hanging like a tuxedo tail. Even her combat boots were patterned with light-red strokes. Unlike most hunters, red seemed to be her signature color. My red rose. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere and entered my foggy head as my eyes traced over the beautiful huntress. Her fingerless

Hunter, just puts his hands up in surrender and chuckles a little. “Slow down, look it’s not like that, we are just going to the bonfire to hang out, you need to chill” before I could add anything mum and Annalee come into the living room. Annalee was wearing a deep blue dress with little flowers all over it, the colour made her eyes stand out it hugged her tight around the top with a low v showing her breasts, and flowed from the waist stopping midthigh. She wore long brown boots that stopped just before the knee, and her hair was flowing over her shoulders. The smile Hunter gave her when she entered, I knew his intentions were not good, I couldn't blaim him she looked amazing. My mind drif

He looked back at the door again as though willing it to unlock itself. Then, without warning, he kicked it. “Ow!” He cried as pain shot through his leg. I snorted before I could stop myself, but the amusement disappeared as quickly as it’d come. The room felt much colder. Hunter rubbed both hands over his bare arms. Only now did I really notice what he was wearing. Or rather… What he wasn’t. Grey sweatpants. No shoes. No socks. No shirt. Jesus Christ. “You came in here dressed like that?”

‎ ‎An hour later, we stood by the camp exit. ‎ ‎We looked... different. ‎ ‎Rhea had raided the "Human Donations" bin, clothes scavenged from the city dumpsters or stolen from clotheslines. ‎ ‎Kaelen wore dark jeans and a black hoodie that hid his face. Vexa wore a long trench coat to conceal her sling and her weapons. Jinx looked like a normal, scruffy street kid in a beanie cap. ‎ ‎And I wore a simple black dress and boots, my hair loose to cover the Mating Mark on my neck.

Others remained near the walls, their backs protected while they examined every entrance and exit. Several had dressed for the ceremony. Silk gowns. Jewels. Hair braided with silver thread or decorated with flowers. Others had come prepared for the Hunt itself. They wore fitted trousers beneath long tunics, boots built for rough terrain, and clothing dark enough to disappear between the trees. I fell somewhere between them.

"We haven't had dinner yet." I hurried up the stairs, locking the bathroom door behind me with trembling fingers. The shower was hot, the water pressure stinging my bruised skin. I scrubbed until my skin was raw, trying to wash away the feeling of the crowd’s eyes, of Jaxson’s rejection. I watched the water swirl pink with blood and dirt down the drain. When I stepped out, I found the clothes Hunter had mentioned. A black oversized t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. They smelled like him. Cedar and musk.