Hunter X Hunter Rammot Novels & Stories

I could tell he was trying to think of any way to stop Ramses from milking his powers, but he couldn't think fast enough. “It seems as if you are the one who was unprepared.” I snarled, and at the same time Nico and I materialized to him and ripped him to shreds with our Wolf claws. Nico then ripped his throat out with his Vampire teeth to finish him off. We threw his body off to the side on the ground. “Hausti potest flames eris, nunquam ad hoc planum est.” Chanted Ramses, and The Other went up in flames. I just looked at my brother in awe.

"The Harrison Pack!" Mr Glamora mumbled within himself after hearing Cornor's Explanations "Interesting, And what makes you so sure Glamora?" Hambora taunted with a smug "It's Harrison Pack Hambora, during the Fatal War, not Everyone died Remember and besides, It's only the Harrison Pack that will have a Mixture of Supernatural breeds within a Single Pack!" Glamora Replied and Hambora nodded, he knew better than not to get on Glamora's tail whenever the Harrison Pack were mentioned, his Wife had been killed during the Fatal War and ever since then, his grudge for the Harrison Pack had only deepened.

The shift in her eyes. Small. But real. The shadows hesitate. Just for a second. That is all I need. “Close it,” I say. The scarred Hunter moves. Fast. Too fast. He is not running away. He is running toward her. Toward the center. He pulls something from inside his jacket. Not a weapon. A blade. Black metal. Covered in symbols. I recognize it instantly. Old magic. Forbidden. “Rissa,” I shout. She turns toward him.

I tried to understand what she was saying but couldn't. "Answer me, hunter." I was angered, she was using her spirit against me. My powers burst off me and my eyes turned a mixture of blue and black. Blue the color of the royals and black, the dark power roaming inside me. She charged towards me and in a flash, she was pinning me down against the hard wall, with her claws deepening into my throat. I heard her scream, it filled the hall and when I looked at her, she was on the floor vomiting blood.

For that split second, in that moment, a spark of faith ignited in his chest, a single flame that would remain lit until the day he died. And as luck would have it, Aworyn finally answered, bestowing on him an ancient power with a single howl that still echoes in the night. That was the first occurrence of the hunter’s moon. From that day on, warrior wolves awoke in every pack throughout Morrian. They each had their unique ability, with venom in their bites and scratches that killed Lycans and wolves instantly. An army that banded together to defend the wolves. They were called hunters.

“Would you guys go through all that pain to save the demon that tried to kill you?” The black screen faded into the warm glow of the study’s foot lamps, enhanced by the Haunters’ lights. I was sitting on one of the loveseats with my Haunters mug, in the middle of my passionate rant praising Brandon. Conveniently edited to leave the arrogant prick bit out, but that was perfectly fine with me.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

It was clear he wished to trade places with Riftan. “The nature of the wounds, and the way they seem to attack. The wounds seem to be infested with magic. Nothing can heal them.” He explained by waving his round and then glared at the beta who nodded enthusiastically. Riftan grew larger in his seat, then leaned forward. “Remdragons are assassin wolves. They do not just attack without a cause or a prize dangling over your heads. Who did you fuck with that wants you dead?” The question came as raw as it could ever get. But what my mind was fixed on was the information. Remdragons were assassins?

the woman snarled. Amber laughed as if what Miss Roberts said was the funniest thing in the world before she looked at the man who had asked the question. “Yes, sir. That’s them.” The man nodded at someone, and another Hunter came forward and took a rucksack off his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and whatever was in it rattled and clinked together. The fact that he had run for hours with that on his back proved that these men were no longer human.