Hunter X Hunter Pitou Death Novels & Stories

Oh, he won't? Cole Hunter didn't reply to me. I hit the Hunter in my grasp on the head with my own and as he loses his stance, falling into the ground, because of his esophagus that I have in my clasp, it rips out from inside him. There's now a lot of blood on the ground. And as he is now dead on the ground, I hurl his esophagus on his body. "R.I.P." I whisper. And then, I make an innocent face, "oh, no? Isn't that what you guys say to dead Hunters? No?" Cole Hunter would not say anything.

The force drove them from their perch, and Poe cradled Hunter’s limp body in his arms on the endless, slow fall to the ground. Even before they landed, Tete had already bolted in the direction from which the arrows had flown, and Poe had erected a barrier of ki. The arrows had landed true, over the heart. Poe did not pull them free but had to do something. Hunter was going into shock, his breathing quickening, becoming shallower. He clutched at Poe’s cloak as his dark eyes fluttered and began to close.

As a result, the two of them fought over the weapon. "Give up, Bad Guy! You won't win against us!" Louis shouted boldly. "You guys are the ones who should give up! I won't play around anymore! You've made a big mistake! Aaargh!" The hunter looked down. A bullet had just stuck in his neck. Before he could overcome the pain, Louis threw a high kick into his groin. In an instant, his body collapsed. "You ...!"

Jonathan said at the breakfast table. "What? When did this happen again? Whatever happened was for the best. May God bless the person who caused this accident. That cunning bastard Xavier, he is dead, right? Why am I even bothering to ask this? A person who falls off a cliff can never be alive. He must be dead. It is good that he is dead. Now I don't have to pay their debts. He was tied around our necks like a fish hook. You have made me feel better early in this morning by telling me such good news," Hunter said cheerfully.

asked Mistaken Fox as he pointed to the twenty-meter pit that had formed as a result of Kirou's drop on the minotaur's head. Kirou looked at Mistaken Fox with a cheeky grin before nodding to his words. Having gotten confirmation from the horse's mouth himself, Mistaken Fox could only collapse against the tree in defeat. This "monster" in front of him by the name of Kirou obviously wasn't a player like the rest of the people in this game. Hell, at this point he wasn't sure Kirou was even human.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Especially after what they did to Xavier. When he was punished with death, I wasn't surprised. When we received his body, I was pretty surprised to see his face. It looked like hamburger with eyes and teeth. The sight made Dina puke, which made me smile. I laughed my ass off when she felt his death. Max told me they knew she was Dina's mate. That's what happens when you attempt to murder a Luna.

She didn’t need to wait for the poison to take effect as she tightened her grip. The last member of Party Undead died with a sickening popping sound as a blood fountain erupted from where her attached head used to be. The severed skull rolled onto the ground, and Scorpion stared at it with disgust when it touched her foot. The poison mistress kicked the offending object away and flicked the blood off her whip. “Anyone hurt?” she asked, focussing more on her lover, who was now out of his battle mode.

I cut in, “who staked her? Beau and Torre found her, but they found her already dead. Right?” “Right,” Paps nodded. Dad’s eyes widened. “Another hunter? It has to be. She was staked. No civilian would have chosen that as their weapon – unless they knew.” Hope boiled inside me. Had it been Cyrus? He had known, after all, about the vampires. I squashed it down as hard as I could, but still the hope shone deep within my heart. There was a chance that he was on our side; slim though it may be, there was still a chance that he was good, that he could be the teammate that I'd imaged he was.

I could feel every creature's pulse and weak points in front of me. De Comte was pushed away with a broad paw across his chest. I just ripped open his chest with my claws. He held his chest, which had not recovered from my attack. "Fuck!" shouted De Comte. "You're naughty too, Anna!" I bent down to grab Gin's gun and pointed it at De Comte. Bang! De Comte gasped and fell unsteadily. His chest was injured because a hunter's bullet lodged there from behind. I was shocked because I hadn't even had time to pull the trigger on my gun. I looked beside De Comte.