Hunter X Hunter Satotz Novels & Stories

“Prepare me Sathe…if you don’t, I won’t be able to take something as big as your c*ck.” |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Others with thinly veiled resentment. I didn’t care either way. I adjusted my cufflinks, the crisp linen of my tailored suit a stark contrast to the filth of this place. I wasn’t here to blend in. I was here to hunt. And my prey sat right in front of me. Takeshi Sato. He was a Yakuza associate. Greedy, sloppy and weak. The bastard was drowning in liquor, his arm draped around a half-dressed woman who laughed at something he said, even though the light in her eyes was long gone. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

While Vicoliz was busy pulverising the face of Finite, Bella decided to question Naomi. "Tell us what we need to know?" "Well I once belonged to a group called Hunter X. The main purpose of the group was to have control over Asia, and we killed most who stood in our way. We eradicated most supernaturals who stood in the way of our leader, and hunted those that our leaders believed will pose future threats. In short The Hunter X group is the only group of Supernaturals alive in the whole of Asia" Naomi elucidated with a sad face.

David died such a gruesome death and his killer was some psychotic b*tch. “Damn Anita, what happened to you?” Hunter sighed. “Look, I didn't come here for some sympathy play, so if you are not going to do as I want, then let's get this over with” Anita immediately took the clothing off her face, forcing out her claws which she had gotten rid off before to have a conversation with Hunter.

I’m in human shape tonight (white coyote ears tucked away, just Celeste in Remy’s flannel and ripped jeans, rings catching moonlight). I’m halfway down the old service road when the night goes quiet. Too quiet. No crickets. No wind. Just the soft click of a safety coming off. A man steps out of the shadows. Early thirties. Black tactical gear. Silver stakes on a bandolier. Crossbow loaded with hawthorn bolts dipped in holy water and something that smells like concentrated death. His heartbeat is steady. His eyes are dead. Vampire Hunter (voice flat, professional): “Celeste Tsatoke.

"I'm fine, find a safe place, Mama. You should hide somewhere." Through a hole in his hut, beyond the smoke, Anarungu spotted the figure of a giant man. Gharcha, a bit shorter the huts' roofs, was holding Tatar'Atu's half-dead body. His massive hand enveloped Tat's head like a big apple. Shazram, wearing Jarkish's first glove, stood nearby, finishing off the remaining Bird hunters lying on the ground, who had once been his brothers. Lynx hunters wandered around like harbingers of death amid the rising ash and tongues of flames. "I have to do something, Mama."

His gaze ascends to bore into Hunter’s eyes. “I’m bond. James bond,” Atticus mocks. Hunter detracts his hand and I shake my head at him. “I’m Lele Ballo and this is my younger brother Atticus and my little bro, Josh.” Joshua warmly waves his hand at Hunter and he kindly smiles back at him. Hunter’s gaze springs between Atticus and I, and he jams his thumb behind his shoulder to signal to the stable behind him. “I assume you were heading for a ride?” I nod and Hunter looks back at me with an earnest expression.

“Here’s the thing. I need to tell you something, Mr. Ford. “The young man you met at the hotel tonight is Kaze Lee. You thought he was the God of War and kneeled before him. “Truth be told, it’s not his first rodeo posing as the God of War.” Harrison grimaced. He would never mistake the eyes that belonged to the Arcadian Satan. Those eyes were imprinted in his memory. “Shit! Are you doubting me? He is the God of War, the Arcadian Satan. I won’t be mistaken,” Harrison shouted.