Hunter X Hunter Satotz Novels & Stories

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Satine said, putting down the amber vial and holding up a knife. “What is that made out of?” Bronx asked, his face looking almost disgusted. “Bone.” Satine said quietly and as she watched Bronx’s reaction she smiled. “Bone from a human cursed and wolf cursed fused into one.” She smirked. “Ok, I will be back with your supplies.” Bronx groaned. “Before you leave, bring him down here. If he’s going to be unconscious might as well get him strapped in now. That way if he does come too we won't have to fight him. This actually works out perfectly.” Satine smiled brightly.

However, Asmo, despite being on the brink of being stabbed, swiftly countered the attack, using his strength to block the assault and seize control of the situation. In a stunning display of power, Asmo lifted Satan into the air, asserting his dominance over his adversary. With a swift and fluid motion, Asmo released Satan, allowing him to soar high above the battlefield before descending with unparalleled speed, delivering what could have been the final, decisive strike in their epic confrontation.

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.

He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun. I tried to suppress the fear clawing at my insides, but it was useless. My gaze flicked to Silas. He was already watching me. “Silas,” Orin said, his voice disturbingly calm, a twisted grin stretching across his face, “there’s no going back this time. You walk out of here free if you kill the boy." He took another step, the grin widening, enjoying every second of this sick game. "Come on, boy. Kill the beast. Join me. Continue the family legacy—hunt."

I explained and he sighed. "Callum come here". Zee patted the seat next to him. Callum scooted over there. "When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo.

James took out a soul sigil, placed it in Xabat’s hand, and said, “Look for the most beautiful woman in a white robe. Take the sigil and go.” Xabat was dumbfounded but obeyed James without hesitation. Taichu was one of the Five Primal Evolutions. Hence, Xabat felt unqualified to even speak to her and was puzzled why James would send her.

Malik quipped, speaking in a calm, yet menacing tone. "Oh, you must be kidding me, aight… haven't you heard of this pack-k, or… oh, oh. I know. I know, you must be one of those rogues who strayed off their packs and ran straight to our border, seeking asylum or begging for alms. Well, if you don't know, I'm Satoshi, and your time will soon be up at the border of our pack - Phoenix pack, on which you stand." He growled deeply, his nostrils flaring with anger. "Ohh, I didn't quite know that, beforehand," Malik said, maintaining his calm demeanor. "...But now, I'd like to point out that I am not a…"

“Of course. Atlas, you can have me since Hunter here wants to play games. How about we give him a taste of his fucking pill?” ---