Hunter X Hunter Shadow Beast Novels & Stories

Look around. "What's that sound?" "Shadow beast." "I thought we killed it." "We did. But they don't stay dead." Growl comes again. Closer now. The baby's light gets so bright it hurts to look at. "It wants her," I say. "What?" "The beast wants a baby. I want her light." "Why?" "Because light is power. And the beast needs power to rebuild itself." "Rebuild from what?" "From death. From the shadows. From nothing."

It is purpose. I run toward the beast, the darkness parting around me as the moonlight guides my steps. With a strangled cry, I plunge the dagger deep into the base of its neck—precisely where I know it will hurt most. The wyrm howls in agony, its body convulsing violently. But it doesn’t fall. Not yet. My heart pounds like war drums—fear and adrenaline warring inside me. Is it enough? Can we end this? The wyrm staggers—and that’s when Shadow strikes. With perfect precision, he drives his weapon into the creature’s heart.

Every move, every strike, was now a calculated gamble. The High Hunter hissed, red eyes burning, muscles coiled, ready for a final strike. Lucien’s new power flared one last time, an explosion of golden force and stasis, shaking the floodwaters, sending debris flying in a controlled storm—but something unseen moved through the shadows, waiting. The plantation trembled. Wards flickered. Rebels shouted, witches screamed, and the water churned like a living beast. Lucien’s energy blazed, golden and unstoppable… and then the shadow revealed itself, red eyes glinting in the darkness beyond the flood.

Should have Later.His mental voice was sharp, focused. If we survive this, we'll discuss fault. Right now, I need you to tell me everything you know about Obsidian's fighting style. Marina's heart leaped. He was trusting her. In this moment, when it mattered most, he was choosing to believe her warnings. He uses shadow beasts, she sent back. Creatures formed from pure darkness. They're not alive, so they can't be killed normally. You have to disrupt the magic holding them together bright light, silver weapons, or strong pack magic.

"Let's go..." "What's happened, Xands...?" Kenziel asked, wearing a bored expression as he scratched his nose bridge lightly. "What's the emergency?" Alexander’s brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing slightly at Kenziel’s dismissive attitude. "We have a rogue werewolf on our territory." He said, his voice grave. "My patrols found a trail of bodies near the south border — two dead deer and a human. They’re both fresh kills." Kenziel’s bored expression vanished, replaced by a predatory glint. "You’re certain it’s a rogue?" he asked, his posture stiffening.

Or maybe some ice-cream? Or better yet, cookies and ice-cream. Yes, that's perfect! That's what I needed. Cookies and ice-cream. The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door. "Sinister," I tried to reason as he walked closer to me. "Becky." He calmly stated. "Let's not go there." "Where?" He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Holy hell, the monster was lovely.

I said, not in the mood for his games. Magnus’s smirk faded. “That thing that’s hunting you? It’s bigger than you realize. And if you keep running blind, you’re going to get yourselves killed.” “What do you know about it?” Dahlia asked, her voice barely audible. Magnus’s eyes flicked to her, his expression unreadable. “More than you think.” Magnus sat on a nearby rock, his movements slow and deliberate. “That creature, the Shadow Beast, it’s not just some random monster. It’s connected to the Eclipsed Wolves.”

Ferris caught me before I hit the ground. “Elise!” he shouted, his arms holding me tightly. “What happened? What did you see?” I opened my mouth. “I saw Gina. I saw the Devourer. There was a throne, an altar, and—” But before I could finish, the ground trembled. A low growl rumbled beneath us, followed by a deep crack like the world itself splitting open. Then they came. Shadow beasts. They came out from the ruins. They were huge malformed creatures with no eyes. Their bodies dripped black ooze. Their limbs were crooked like shattered bones. Mist clung to them and the stench that followed was rot and death.

To my surprise, Helena stepped in front of me, positioning herself to block the shadow's approach. The shadow struggled violently, but Celeste and Howard held her down with ease. She was too weak to break free. I watched her with a feeling of relief. "Shadow, let's try this again. Let's see what happens if you can't return to my body on time." The night dragged on endlessly. The shadow fought us fiercely until, as dawn approached, she became more and more frantic. Her veins popped out, and she seemed to have endless strength, charging at us like a wild bull.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.