Hunter X Hunter Sarasa Novels & Stories

“Shut up! Fucking shut up! Don't you get it?! They only loved me because I was your twin! They tolerated me because being close to you made me worth something. Without you, I was nothing but the extra twin no one really cared about.” I was stunned, blinking back tears as I stared at her. I opened my mouth to speak but she interrupted, “Anyways, I'm not here to trade words with you.” She scrutinized me from head to toe. “I only came here to confirm if you're ready. Because any minute from now, warriors from the Dark Claw pack would be here to get you. Congratulations, Sara, instead of being burned alive you've been sold to Alpha Xavier as his breeder.” My heart stopped and my body froze. “W-w

It whines, crawling away. “Stop!” a cold voice cuts through the rain, sharp and mean. A woman steps out of the shadows, her dark hair messy, her eyes glowing a bit. It’s not Morgana—it’s Tara, Sasha’s old hunter boss, holding a shiny silver knife. “Tara,” Sasha growls, her voice hard, standing up, her knife ready. Her arm’s bleeding, but she’s steady. “You’re working with Morgana now?” Tara grins, her knife catching the neon light. “Morgana’s the real deal,” she says, her voice nasty. “She sees your boy, Sasha. His shard, his blood—she’s taking it all.”

Sara commanded; she held a black book in her hand that seemed to be made out of animal skin or wolf fur. Sara turned her attention back to Hazel, who seemed lost in thought, not knowing what she was supposed to do. "Hazel, hold that knife in the centre of the circle; after I finish chanting an incantation, I want you to cut yourself and stretch your hand out, towards the line in front of you; let your blood pour over it," Sara commanded. Hazel hesitated for a bit; this all seemed too dark and scary for her; she wasn't sure how much she wanted to continue the ritual. "Hazel, hurry up!" Sara shouted. Her voice startled Hazel , bringing her back to her senses.

She paused again, losing her train of thought as it wasn’t just me touching her. Albert must have decided if I could touch, so could he. He just lacked the excuse to investigate the scar. Albert was kissing her left side, following the subtle contour of her body to the top of her jeans. I knew where Sarael’s scar came from. Sarael got it when she was around Hana’s age and took on my father. Sarael had pushed my father’s limits. He had to transform into his true form to escape, not win. He slashed her torso and used her momentary distraction from the pain to escape.

Hernandez or Mistress of Death, and I need to keep up appearances. I see Sara face light up, “that’s a fucking good idea, I’m going to call the rest of the guys over”, her demeaner instantly shifting from serious badass bitch to happy-go-lucky Sara. I shake my head and I can see from the corner of my eye Carlos is smirking.

Sara stood between them and the depot door, one hand resting lightly on the metal, smile small and perfectly wrong. “Captain,” she said, as if welcoming guests. “You’re quick.” Zak’s sight stayed high on her sternum. “Step away from the door.” She tilted her head, earrings catching a slice of floodlight. For a heartbeat the hem of her jacket lifted and the firelight memory clicked: the right hip, the sealing skin. Sara’s fingers brushed the pendant at her throat—twin wolfsbane branches circling two opposed helmets. “I just needed to borrow something,” she said, and pushed the door.

, Adrija asked and Shakti said, "S is for Spring. Whenever I talked to 'S', i felt good like spring so i saved the number as 'S' but i am telling you this 'S' is a big Typhoon. I got 'S' cell phone in Ansh's wedding. At that time I was unable to meet the owner and later, i personally courier the mobile. Luckily, this 'S' was also from Rajasthan" Adrija's mouth went dry. She remembered how she lost her cellphone in Ansh and Chandni's wedding and how she sent messages from her another number to her phone. She also gave one of her friend's address and few days later, her cellphone was in her hand. Adrija remembered everything very clearly. "Then What is H?", Adrija's heart pumped faster as she

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere

She pulled out her phone, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, before quickly dialing a number. After a few rings, a voice answered on the other end, deep and authoritative. “Report.” Sara hesitated only for a second before speaking. “I’ve found something. There’s a healer wolf here. Her blood… it’s different. It’s powerful.” There was a pause on the other end, and when the voice spoke again, it was sharper, more urgent. “A healer wolf? Are you certain?” “Yes,” Sara confirmed, her voice steady. “No! It's not possible”.

Dear Goddess protect her stubborn ass. “Hello to you all.” She greeted them with a smile. “Who are you or what are you?” asked one of the hunters looking scared but trying by all means to keep his cool. “My name is Sara, and you are?” she questioned, and the hunter took a step back.