Hunter X Hunter Shadow Beast Novels & Stories

At first, they felt that Arnold was a werewolf and they stood there ready to attack if they needed to, but I took off my jacket so they could see the mark of my shadow hunter, my scarred tattoo. At an early age, all shadow hunters receive a mark to identify them as fully trained shadow hunters. It was very painful then. To be an accepted shadow hunter they need to peel a tattoo on your skin. I have them work on the back of my right shoulder. I chose to take the outline of an angel wing in the shape of feathers. The cool thing about this mark is it turns black after a week you receive it because shadow hunters use a particular knife to change the color of your skin. So now it looks like a bla

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

They weren’t just glowing, no…they were burning. How could anyone be a match for this thing? That would be impossible. Nate chuckled, as if he had already accepted our fate. “We are so…fucked.” The shadow beast let out a howl so deep I nearly lost my balance. Thorne circled above the beast, and black feathers fell from the sky right before he dove straight into the shadow’s back. Huge horns tore out of the creature’s skull, and that was when my stomach dropped. “He’s right. We are…” Trinity agreed.

The dark form swelled, growing ten, twenty, forty feet tall, sprouting twisted limbs made of dense, oily shadow and jagged bone-like protrusions. A colossal shadow-beast lifted its featureless head, and a hollow maw opened to release a sound that shook the dust from the parapet walls. Several younger archers flinched at the noise, their knuckles white against their bowstrings. "Aim for the cores inside their chests!" Kaelen barked, narrowing his eyes as he adjusted his aim downward. "Don't let their shadow touch your skin, or it will drain your soul!" He loosed his string.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

And the battle for Arkhaven was about to become much worse. If you want, I’ll now continue with Chapter 9 – Part 2, where: Luna fights the Shadow Beast A new powerful ally appears The Shadow General enters the battle And the true power of the Moonbearer begins to awaken (Part 2 – Conclusion) The Shadow Beast landed on the wall with the force of a falling mountain. Stone exploded outward as the massive creature crushed part of the battlement beneath its claws. Guardians were thrown backward, some barely managing to keep their footing. Luna stumbled as the ground shook beneath her boots.

The howl came just after midnight. It shattered the silence, sharp and unnatural. The pack leapt to their feet as shadows surged from the edges of the frostlands. Figures emerged, twisted, elongated, their forms half solid and half smoke. Their eyes burned with a sickly glow. Jagged teeth glinted in the moonlight. Shadow beasts. They attacked without warning, moving with terrifying speed and coordination. Lyra’s power erupted instinctively fire and frost spiraling together in lethal harmony. Ice spears shattered shadowed flesh while flames tore through darkness, but the creatures kept coming.

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

The living shadow faltered, its chaotic energy unable to withstand the power of unity, strategy, and unwavering loyalty. The Dawn of Hope Ethan pressed forward, silver and golden energy merging into a concentrated strike, aimed directly at the living shadow. The force of their combined energy shattered darkness, sending ripples of light across the battlefield. The Shadow’s master roared in disbelief, and the massive shadow began to retreat into the mountains. Soldiers cheered, creatures roared, and the Alpha Hunter growled in triumph. Lucian landed beside Ethan, golden wings folding slowly. “Kid… you’ve done it. But remember… this is only the beginning. They will return, stronger, faster, mo

The forest trembled under the sheer force. The Hunter roared in psychic agony, staggering, its fragments flickering, unstable. My wolf howled, muscles coiling, energy pulsing like a storm. Azrael matched my movements, silver eyes glowing, every strike precise and lethal. The core pulsed violently, then, cracked. Energy fragments exploded outward. Victory seemed within reach. But the Hunter adapted faster than anticipated. Shadows coalesced into new tendrils, aimed directly at the bond. A shadow tendril struck Azrael’s chest, sending him flying backward. My wolf screamed. The pulse of the Hunter surged it was far from finished.