Hunter X Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

One in particular caught my attention and I found myself pausing to look at it. It was a tribute to the top students of the Lunar Academy with their names, species, and photos. Xaden Gresham, Werewolf. Zach Gresham, Werewolf. Harley Burlow, Werebear. Damien West, Wizard. “Wonder if I will meet your brother today.” I found myself asking, my eyes stuck on the picture of Zach. He had similar features to Xaden, such as his nose and lips. They also had similar body types. However, Zach had blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes, whereas Xaden had black hair and forest-green eyes.

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.

I don't understand what I'm looking at or why Hunter is showing me this. I tap on the first photo. It's Xavier. He's sitting at an outdoor café, the kind of trendy place he likes to go for business lunches. But he's not alone. There's a woman sitting across from him, a beautiful blonde in a red dress. She's laughing at something, and Xavier is leaning forward, holding her hand across the table. My heart starts to pound. I swipe to the next photo. Xavier kissing the same blonde woman outside what looks like a restaurant. His hand is on her waist, pulling her close. The kiss is deep, passionate, nothing like the casual pecks he gives me when he leaves for work.

I didn't believe him. "It's okay. I don't want any scandals so don't play such jokes with me. Otherwise, what will happen to you can never be interpreted as a joke." I was smiling as bright as my sleepless eyes could go. "Wow, relax, fox. You don't have to get all defensive. I was being sarcastic that night. You can ask Denzel, I never mean any harm." "Denzel can't vouch for someone like you." I cringed. "You don't know him as much as I do. My name is Hunter by the way." He suddenly opened one corner of his jacket so that I could see his tattooed name on his right breast.

Hunter's voice rose slightly. I was silent. Hunter chuckled. “I've never been this jealous before. And I don't want to feel this feeling because it's tiring! It brings out the character in me that I hate the most.” Hunter stood up and took out his cellphone. I watched him and it seemed like he was rummaging through his gallery. Soon Hunter gave me his cell phone. I took it and immediately frowned when I saw what was on Hunter's cellphone. This is a picture of me and Preston while I was eating at the restaurant he works at. I scrolled and saw other stolen shots pictures. Especially when Preston kissed my knuckles. I didn't realize that someone was taking pictures of us.

I nodded sadly, “But my biggest fear now is this trial. If he fails or, worse still, if something happens to him during the combat, I don't know how I would cope.” Zora delved deeper, “Is he that important to you?” “He's everything to me,” I admitted, the intensity of my love for Hunter evident in my words. Zora inquired, “How is he physically?” My cheeks reddened at the question, but I smiled as I recalled Hunter's image. “Handsome. In both wolf and human forms. He has golden eyes, a gray fur inherited from his mother, and is significantly larger than the other wolves. In human form, he's tall, imposing, and has something... different.”

He quickly got up and walked outside, but then he stopped, chuckled softly and said, "You give this photo to Lena." He took out a photo from the drawer. The photo was blurry, and two people could be vaguely seen in it, one of whom was Hunter. Hunter's leg was still fine at that time, and he held a gun in his hand, pointing it at another person. But in the photo, this person only had a silhouette. The environment in the photo was filled with mist, and the surroundings were desolate. The reason why it could be seen that the person holding the gun was Hunter is because Hunter had a very unique temperament.

I could sense the tension in the room, but Hunter appeared calm and composed. Hunter is a very handsome man with a tall and masculine build, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He is a piece of art in himself, and I don't blame the girls who find him attractive enough to fight over him. But despite his good looks, Hunter is a very loyal and trustworthy person. He has always believed in the mate bond and is always against male wolves who mess around in our pack. So, I don't believe he could mess around with Melissa.

It must be his aftershave! "Hi my name's Hunter" he says smiling at me still holding out his hand. His hand has a small tattoo placed between his thumb and forefinger of a bow and arrow. Odd. I freeze for a moment as something stirs in my mind and my head starts to pulsate gently. I slowly extend my hand towards him. Our finger tips just touch as Bonnie grabs my arm and yanks me away. "Oh wow, would you look at the time Diana" Bonnie exclaims looking at an imaginary watch on her wrist.

the wolf said and i blush “ What is your name? Or do you and lukas share the same name? I asked, the wolf nodded his head “ My name is Asher, Lukas wolf” He sent the environment “ I smell humans around here, I have to give control to lukas” he said and immediately the wolf shifted back to humans. “ Who is there? Show yourself.” he said and stayed behind him Two people came out and bowed to me. I was shocked “ Who are you? “ I asked “ We are hunters just like you and your dad was our leader. We heard from your uncle that he is dead and since then we have been watching you.” he explained