Hunter X Hunter Shadow Beast Novels & Stories

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

Leaping over branch after branch, he followed the trail of the mysterious figure from behind. Under the faint moonlight, a fierce chase ensued in the dark forest. Alex continued to pursue the mysterious figure, who skilfully dodged Alex's attacks. The two creatures faced each other, one the hunter and the other the hunted. "That's enough!" shouted Alex, ready and out of breath. "Who are you? What exactly are you doing here?" The mysterious figure halted his attack for a moment, but remained on guard. "Are the memories of all half-breeds as ugly as yours, Alex?" he taunted in a calm yet sarcastic voice.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

Still it wasn’t over yet… I heard them before I saw them, a whisper of shadow on shadow… the stalkers they were nothing and everything vague fragments of darkness with claws that gleamed, they moved like smoke, my blade passed through empty air — a claw raked my back blood trailing across my skin, I spun quickly driving my elbow back connecting with something solid a hiss then silence they were gone as quickly as they came, hunters waiting for me to bleed out. The hexabeast did not wait it crashed through the trees a monstrous thing of mismatched parts wolf and bear and rotting magic, its roar was the sound of breaking bones it charged, I had no strength to meet it… I rolled up under its bel

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

It looked like a wolf but ten times the size, with eyes that glowed red and a form that flickered between solid and smoke. "What the hell is that?" Maya breathed beside him. "A Shadow Beast," Morgana's voice came from behind them. She'd appeared silently. "The coven's ultimate weapon. Created from corrupted Shadow Wolf blood." "How do we kill it?" Damon demanded. "You don't. Not with normal weapons." Morgana looked at him. "Only a Shadow Wolf can destroy a Shadow Beast. Specifically—" She turned toward where Selene had just arrived, having followed them. "—the Shadow Wolf whose blood was used to create it."

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

She whispered a spell of misting, blending their shadows into the storm, and disappeared into the outskirts of a nearby mountain town. They got five years. Five beautiful, borrowed years of hiding in attics and basement apartments, living on the scraps of the human world. Then, the scent of wet fur and old death had returned. Anna remembered her mother’s face;not as a victim, but as a queen of the arcane. She had pushed Anna into a crawlspace, her hands glowing with a terrifying, incandescent light. "Don't look back, little wolf," she had whispered. "Become the shadow they can't catch."

The confrontation with his former master happened on a Thursday afternoon in the inner courtyard of what had been the hunter order's training facility, which was in the process of being formally repurposed and had the specific atmosphere of places in transition — still familiar in its bones, emptied of what had given those bones meaning. Most of the hunters who had stayed after the fracture were gone now. The ones who remained moved through it with the disorientation of people whose context had been removed before they'd had time to build a replacement. Some of them would find a way forward. Some would carry the old thing until the carrying became impossible. Aldric didn't know which way Edv