Hunter X Hunter Satotz Novels & Stories

His eyes were blood-red and his upper body was covered in black magical tattoos, that could be seen through the V-neck shirt he was wearing. "I just got back a little while ago." He said as he walked over to the three of them, Xolvion's tutor bowed low in respect as Lucious laid his eyes upon him, smiling. Satanious was on his hands and knees as he gasped for air, trying to recover from his brother's attack. "However, I did not expect to find the two of you ganging up on our helpless little brother." He then said, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Screams tore through the air, flesh ripped apart like paper, blood splattering in thick, crimson pools. Heratte leaned against the wall, watching with a satisfied sigh. The massacre, the scent of iron, the unrelenting destruction—this was what she was meant for. Her smile widened. “Damn… I almost forgot how good this feels.” Her fingers flexed, dark mist curling around them. “This power. This darkness.” She inhaled deeply. “Finally… my wait is over.” Then— A sudden pained howl cut through the carnage. One of her beasts staggered, its massive body convulsing before crashing onto its knees. A high-pitched whine escaped its throat, and Heratte’s smirk vanished.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

which means I'm Satan. The prince of the rouges was trembling. He was stepping back while pointing his forefinger at him. He ordered the hunters to torture Drake and walked away. Drake's body was aching, gasping for air while the silver whip touched his back. He felt blood on it, but he was trying his strength to fight for it a little bit longer. "O-Once I'm out of these chains..." He said, panting. All of you will meet Satan." He warned.

He raised the Demon's horn in a two-handed grip and thrusts downward with full force, directed at the deity's forehead. The pointed tip speared through his skin and facial tissue until it reached his skull. He embedded it deep; Sitan's arms flailed, his death throes were violent but he went motionless shortly after. Lukas pulled the horn upwards, Sitan's blood sprayed onto his visor. He stood up and wiped the stain away.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

And that change was one that ticked my nerves. The moment Hunter had crossed my path, I’d known it, the way his wolf bristled, the way his energy felt… tainted by fear that didn’t belong to him. I didn’t know who was pulling the strings here, but I knew I needed to see it myself. “I know what you’re thinking,” Xavier said, breaking my thoughts. “That we’re the cause of whatever’s happening beyond the borders.” “I didn’t say that.” “But you implied it.”

Tyler was sitting beside the nook and in front of him was Josh, who was sitting on the other side. They observe the locust inside the bottle. It’s still alive and doesn’t seem to die. “Do you think Abaddon is Luther, the owner of the hunters’ university?” Josh asked. “This is what one of the demons who were with him released,” said Tyler. “Only Abaddon can own it.” “So, what’s the plan?” Josh asked. “Shall we catch Abaddon?”

"What do you mean terrible?" Henry asked. His voice had gone low and hard. "Gosh, seeing you so worked up because of her is such a sight to behold." Shota said slyly. "You must be obsessed." Henry resisted the urge to curse at her. Shota had an annoying habit of stopping abruptly when she was just about to say something important. "Shota, tell me the vision you saw." He said, trying to keep his voice calm. "You suddenly want to know the vision." Shota taunted. "Why now? You found the girl a few months ago and when you discovered she wasn't a normal wolf, what did you do? Nothing!"

Dedari asked, leaning slightly against one of the poles holding the tent close by. "His name is Casper Kantil, fifteen years old and a hunter of our kind…" Rich started, his voice coated with disgust, but before he could continue with his next statement, Dedari raised up his hand for him to stop. Dedari thought his ears was burning with the little piece of information Rich had just rattled out.