Hunter X Hunter Shadow Beast Novels & Stories

“I haven’t. I don’t think that anyone has seen them and lived to tell the tale. But there are theories that they are demonic beings since they only attack at night. And that’s the reason why the barriers exist. To keep the pack safe.” As Atticus continues to talk, my mind suddenly blanks out as I stare at the statue of the first Alpha of the Strigon pack with its claws high up in the air, ready to strike its opponent. There is something gallant and sinister about it the longer that I look. But I'm not sure why I was getting such a bad vibe about it. Maybe it's because of the wolf statue's ferocious look or the extended claws it lifted in the air that looked so cruel to me. “You okay, Lunaris

Within a matter of seconds the crowd had dispersed leaving Hunter Devin and I alone in silence. Devin’s hands were still balled up into fists and his teeth clenched, he looked up at me with anger written across his features. “Devin, let me explain.” I said slowly testing the waters, “By all means.” He muttered angrily. “If you haven’t figured by now, I’m not exactly a normal wolf.” His nodded, albeit begrudgingly “Have you ever heard the story of the Shadow wolf?” he nodded again, with confusion maring his features. “Well, long story short… I am the Shadow wolf.” His eyes widened as he thought about it but narrowed them before speaking, “How is that possible?” I sighed before explaining the

I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control. But I have to feed it, if I don’t, it wins out and .... well… It doesn’t come to that anymore since I have been able to live with it in a … in a legal way.” I looked at him, thinking about what he was saying. When I was fighting it really was the animal in me, and when I was into it, I wanted more. I needed more, my mind wouldn’t let me get away from it. I knew I could kill easily, and have no feelings about it. I knew in my heart that was the next step, that was my body and mind wanted. I craved that kind of control over someone, to hold their life in my hands.

Varein is mocking us by sending his filth into the heart of our stronghold, daring us to break. The shadow beast is massive, its body like shifting tar, oily darkness dripping from its form. Eyes... way too many eyes, open and close across its body, glowing red with hunger. Its claws dig grooves into the stone floor, and the temperature drops so fast my breath is fogging. Rowan is barking orders, his Alpha command vibrating in the air. “Form up! Protect Kaia - NOW!” I’m already moving, pulling shadows into my fists like blades. My brothers are at my side in an instant; Ezra cracking his knuckles, his grin sharp even under the pressure, and Rowan shifting halfway, his eyes glowing amber-gold.

Students pick up weapons; some others strike a fighting position in wait for the beast. The beast hits his hands against his chest to spur him up and lets out an intimidating growl. He jumps around, scanning the hall for its next victim, but the moderator doesn't allow the hunt succeed. He simply swings a chain around the beast's neck, it struggles. As the chain tightens, the beast's growls turns into gurgles. Its form shifts into an unconscious boy lying on the floor. "I captured the shadow beast, so you both failed." Selene gets on her feet. "It's the bitch's fault. I could have done a clean job alone."

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

He summoned a wave of shadow, colliding with the beast’s claws in a clash that sent shockwaves rippling through the cavern. The creature howled in rage, its form shifting into a mass of writhing darkness. “You think you can control the shadows? You are nothing but a child playing with fire.” Cole’s voice was steady. “I am the heir. I will not let you destroy what’s left of balance.” The beast’s form shimmered, then suddenly exploded into a cloud of black mist, retreating into the shadows. Its voice echoed one last time, a promise of vengeance. “You have only delayed the inevitable. The darkness will rise, and none of you will escape.”

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They had dared to try to hurt his mate, and that just wouldn’t do. He watched the fear spread among them as they started to back away. The stench of it brought up his hunting instincts as his canines elongated and his claws lengthened. His lust for their blood began to take him over. Ever since Shadow had made his bloody appearance, he had been terrified of feeling like this again, but for the first time, he welcomed this. He revelled in it. He and his beast were one, and that feeling settled on him like a comforting balm. They took small steps back as if they could tell he was on the verge of ripping them apart if they made any sudden moves. Were any of these his father’s allies? He would s

It creaks open. Inside: letters. Dozens of them. Tied with brittle twine and sealed with a faded wax emblem. Maddox crest. A wolf’s head. I take the top one and peel it open carefully. October 12, 1887 Dear Ellis, The girl has not eaten in days. She speaks of a shadow that follows her from the well to her room. Says it whispers in her sleep. Father thinks she’s touched by grief—but I see it too, at the corners of mirrors and in the glint of water. We were warned. Blood cannot be mixed without consequence. The Watcher does not forget.