Hunter X Hunter Pitou Death Novels & Stories

"You're surrounded. Surrender now, and we'll make your death quick." "Oh, Andrew. Still so confident. So naive." Victor's smile widened. "Did you really think a few dozen hunters could stop me?" He transformed in an explosion of black fur and rage. Nine tails lashed out, striking three hunters and sending them flying. Chaos erupted. Gunfire tore through the night. Hunters scattered and regrouped, firing silver bullets at the massive black kitsune. Victor moved through them like smoke, too fast to hit, each strike of his claws deadly.

Truly dead this time. Xavier let the gun slip from his fingers. It clattered onto the wood. He slumped forward, his forehead hitting the floorboards next to the gun. His breathing was a thin, whistling sound that slowed, then stopped. The life force he had been hoarding was finally spent. "Lucian!" Phineas ignored the corpses. He dove for Lucian, who was slumped against the wall, his chest a map of nineteen puncture wounds. "Lucian, look at me! Stay awake! Don't you dare close your eyes!" Phineas ripped the remains of his own tunic off, wadding the fabric and pressing it hard against the heaviest bleed in Lucian’s chest.

Black blood splattered the earth as Heratte choked, her eyes widening, her body jerking violently as the Death Wolf’s hand speared right through her chest. The dagger fell from her grasp, useless, forgotten. She gasped—once, twice—before her lips curled, her final breath slipping past in something almost like a smile. “Perhaps,” she whispered, blood trickling from her lips, “I was always meant to lose to you…Than…” Death’s eyes don’t soften, if anything, he pulls back his hand to have her frame drop back on the ground with a thud. And with that, the darkness in her eyes faded, swallowed by the abyss.

Just about hours when my mother died, my auntie, who is Polo’s husband, and Rendall’s mother died too. Her body was found near the lake and the lower body was also shattered into pieces. I saw Polo grieve and then go back to hunt the one who killed her wife and he also promised to kill the werewolf that killed my mother. The hunt failed and the werewolves they killed have no idea about what happened. After a week of grieving, I tried to be useful in the house by bringing woods for the fireplace. Polo and Finn are on the beer stalls and Rendall, who has the same age as mine is still sleeping. While gathering the dried branches, I heard a small rustle.

Vera's body convulsed and crumbled to the forest floor, her eyes staring into the void. Damien, witnessing his companion's demise, hissed with rage and desperation. He launched a final, desperate assault, fueled by his undying thirst for power. But Marcus, empowered by his connection to the forest, met him head-on. The clash of their forces was cataclysmic, the very ground beneath them quaking with the intensity of their battle. With a mighty swipe, Marcus sent Damien sprawling backward. As the vampire scrambled to regain his footing, Marcus seized the opportunity. In one fluid motion, he drove a silver blade deep into Damien's heart, ending the vampire's existence with finality.

Theon “Well, that was disappointing,” Master Tsertinand mutters, wiping off blood from his sword. “Didn’t even put up a good fight.” Near his feet, a stabbed hunter lies, his open, eyes staring up at the sky, frozen in fear and death. The whole mob of hunters lay on the ground, massacred. Their blood stains the snow red. Half of them have vines wrapped around them, shot to death with Leita’s crossbow. The rest are stabbed or cut with Master Tsertinand’s magical disc. Haden, and I did not transform as there wasn’t really a need for it.

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

After pondering it for a while more, Felix still could not put a face on that name. Not wanting to waste more time, he grabbed a machete from one of the thugs and threw it with deadly precision. Hunter was about to retort Stinger, but he was silenced immediately. The blade sank deep into Hunter's chest. He stared in disbelief at his chest, mumbling, "Y-You killed—" Yet, before he could finish his sentence, blood gushed out from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.