Hunter X Hunter Outro Novels & Stories

Forever and Always, Your Humble Author, Astylynn

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

I don’t know much after that, because I and Viviana also left the town so the few of the witches from first three orders could survive. The last thing I heard was that the Hunters got out of track and someone had to trap them in the pool!” She took a cold sigh of disappointment unable to share anymore details. That’s when a voice pierced through the silence, “You heard wrong.” I turned, startled, as a figure emerged from the shadows, his face half-illuminated by the pale light of the moon. Hunter. His expression was hard, unreadable, but his voice carried an edge of bitterness. “That’s not how it happened.”

Samantha’s final words cut through the silence. “Mark my words.” And with that, she was dragged away, toward the dark wilderness that lay beyond the pack’s borders. The last thing she saw was Erynn, still screaming her name. And then, she was gone.

As Hunter charged at me, I quickly pulled Bruno's gun from my waist belt and shot at him. Hunter staggered, shocked, as the bullets hit him. With one final shot, I ended it. Hunter fell to the ground, gasping. I stood over him, his face cold. “Hunter, I’m the son of the Lycan you killed years ago. This is your payment.” Hunter’s eyes widened with fear before he died. Jared and I rushed to the car and drove straight to Katrina’s hideout. It was secluded, and I felt the tension. We parked and approached carefully.

I hurriedly leaned over and kissed his cheek—out of courtesy mostly, for sending me home—and flashed my friendliest smile, “We’ll talk later. So, once I get out of the car, as soon as I close the door, you reverse and take off, okay?” “Reverse and take off.” He repeated seriously, which was kinda cute. Like a puppy. So I patted his cheek. “Reverse. Take off. And keep driving. Don’t look back until you’re out of this road.” He gave the obedient nod. In a swift motion, I got out of the Mazda and shut the door. Then, I held my breath and watched Hunter lifting the sledge hammer, his mouth opened to say his peace—. Only for Ethan to do a professional reversal and disappear into the darkness.

Julian transferred all of his shares in the Cross family to me, publicly stating that he was only holding them in trust. I moved Warren Group's operations overseas. Before long, the name "Iris" carried more weight than the title of Mrs. Cross ever did. Zoe was sent abroad once again. This time, it was said that one of her former patrons bore her deep resentment and kept her trapped by his side, tormenting her until she was barely recognizable. Cole Group collapsed completely. Overnight, Adrian fell from privileged heir to ordinary wage earner, reduced to delivering takeout. Julian surfaced from the pool. "Do you need me to step in?"

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

“I’ll give you guys a pint of beer after the hunt!” Some of the people in our tribe cheered, some waved goodbye and some are screaming our names. “Bring home the heads of the sly bastards,” Polo said as he bids Rendall a goodbye. “We will,” I interrupted them and gently tapped Rendall’s shoulder. “The necklace, Raffi.” I nodded as my father reminded me of the precious necklace he gave. Quinn’s mother is with other hunters so she will not be able to bid her mother goodbye. The three of us waved to everyone who is expecting us to bring home the victory, which we definitely will.