Hunter X Hunter Pitou Death Novels & Stories

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.

He sliced through Silas’s robes, drawing a line of black, oily blood across the priest’s ribs. ​Silas didn't cry out. He laughed. ​"Is that the best the Ninth Life’s killer can do?" Silas swung the scythe in a wide, punishing arc. The blade caught Julian in the side, sending him crashing into a stack of metal drums. ​"Julian!" I screamed.

With a puff, Zhou Tian seized the opportunity and stabbed his knife into mountain wolf's heart. Mountain wolf suddenly died and fell to the ground. Zhou Tian wiped his cold sweat. He was still very nervous. After all, so many mountain wolves had rushed in. It was already a blessing that the seven or eight mountain wolves had not besieged him. Otherwise, he would definitely have died here. He was no match for so many mountain wolves at all. Bai Yu had already noticed that Xiaowu was bitten to death by the wolves, and Uncle Kong was also bitten so hard that he screamed. Her heart could not stand it anymore.

He was killed by Lucy. "Wait what?" The hunter said, turning to us. "Killed? Is there a war in your clan?" "Well, just his pack. His Alpha's mate has gone mad and wants everything.' Zeal spat, who told her Lucy had gone mad? "How sure are you that he is dead?" The hunter asked. "100%. I saw him with my eyes." I said, feeling guilty. "Can you tell me some of the terrible things Clayton has done?" I asked, looking him in the eyes.

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

" the question echoed, but Grayson remained silent. Wyatt's eyes darkened, a low growl escaping from his chest. "Please, don't... please, I beg you," Grayson pleaded. "That is not the answer I'm looking for," Wyatt retorted. He could sense the terror in Grayson's eyes, and with a swift strike, his claws transformed into lethal weapons, slashing the hunter's neck and ending his life. "Clean the place," Wyatt commanded, his mind focused on the task at hand. Ruben expressed his concern about the implications of killing a hunter, knowing that more would inevitably come.

Because there was no source of life or breath, a few seconds in the dead body could kill him. Xander was about to say something when we both saw the outburst of the devil's spirit shoot out of the body. He had lost his life. "Fuck!" Xander cursed and hissed loudly in disappointment. He had prepared a lot, but was unable to unleash it. "Let's go and check on Hutton. You heard what the devil said!" I sighed, walking away frantically as anxiety filled me. I can't imagine Hutton being killed alongside my pack members, whom he must have cast a demon spell on.

SILAS I watch from the rooftop. Non-combatant. Observer. Recorder of history. This is what I do. Document death. Keep records. Ensure nothing is forgotten. My notebook is open. I'm writing as fast as I can. 7:04 AM - First death. Vampire hunter (designation V-12). Shot by Marie Castellano. Silver bullet to chest. 7:05 AM - Second death. Wolf fighter (designation W-03, name: James Moreau). Incinerated by dragon fire.

He looked at Damien with his nasty eyes and said, "You are not dying, Hunter. I will never kill you. You must stay alive and watch the video clip of your mate as I ravish her." No sooner did he turn around and disappear under the dark misty night, Damien felt something struck his head making everything turn black. Tbc...