Hunter X Hunter Ships Novels & Stories

Midnight over Gloomwater Bay At precisely midnight, the sky above Gloomwater Bay was a churning cauldron of black clouds and violent coastal gales. Three royal stealth gunships hovered silently three thousand feet above the dark, churning ocean. Below them, stretching across the midnight-black water, lay the massive ironclad armada of the Dusk-Sea Protectorate. Eighty towering warships, constructed from dark steel and reinforced with the jagged, glowing bones of abyssal leviathans, cut through the white-capped waves like floating mountain ranges. Inside the belly of the lead gunship, red tactical lights washed over twenty elite Obsidian Ridge shock-troopers as they double-checked their shado

Henry took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the refreshing air of the sea, but instead of loosening the knot that formed in his abdomen, the freshness only made it tighter, mostly because he knew what was waiting for them in those open waters. His ship was on the very vanguard of the armada, followed by the five hundred ships filled with the combined armies, each ship having the same number of human soldiers, shadow demons, and ice demons in order to create a balance that would help them when it is time to face the rumored sea monsters.

A large crowd had gathered outside to watch the spectacle of the forcefield killing and capturing the bodies of the flying energy beast who kept attacking the airship. There were other airships in the sky going back and forth, they all slowed down and showed their respect to Xasha. They knew it was him because Xasha's airship was specially designed just for him. It was extravagantly luxurious and had the tallest tower of all the other airships with his Imprint visible on its sides. When flying over the Medicine mountain, the airships kept a slower speed and a low altitude so they could capture energy beast corpses to bring homes. The Falling Stardust had ramped up production, export of magic

His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged to the Nefario legacy. The Nefario pack, an empire of sorts, had gained enough reverence to become the namesake of a pack in its honor. Located in the eastern Himalayas of Aracord, a distant continent dominated by werewolf packs known for their frequent interpack raids, the Nefario pack was where Higgins found himself. The hunter was not dead, but his fate seemed even worse, as he was trapped on an island that once provided him love but had taken it away, along with any reason to stay.

Disbelief evident in his face. Amy and I exchanged looks. "Why did Hunter give us this address? It couldn't be..." Amy's voice trailed off as she took the paper abruptly from Axel's hand. "It really is in Hunter's territory, but are we even allowed there?" "That's what I've been thinking. The Cruelcrest Hounds Pack is not the type to take just anyone in, especially not a..." Axel stopped himself before he could say it, but I decided to help finish his sentence for him regardless.

Agustín assured. “Hunter felines?” John frowned, glancing to the kitchen where Shu was growling at all the vampires in the house. “Oh right… did Jordan and Keith bring the carriers?” I stood up quickly, heading to the front door, following the soft meows. “Ah, there you are. Come on, let’s introduce you.” I smiled, bringing the two carriers to the living room.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

Temujin screamed as he emerged from the hatch. He reflexively evaded a chain-shot whipping past him. Luckily, it missed both his face and their ship’s mast. Sasha was right behind him. “Sasha! Turn the hippocamps loose and get them out of here now!” “Aye, aye, cap’n!” Sasha shouted and ran Slayer-style to the bow of the ship and to the wheke rope that stretched taut to the sea horses’ yoke.

The Fenris ships, caught in the sudden gravitational backdraft, were tossed away from the hull like toys in a hurricane. Elena stood up, her breath coming in ragged, frozen gasps. Across the void, she saw the lights of the Fenris mothership flicker and die. In the silence of the vacuum, she felt the "Hidden" power begin to ebb, leaving her dangerously cold. But as she drifted back toward the airlock, she saw a single ship appearing from behind the nebula. It wasn't a Fenris needle. It was a sleek, royal-grade interceptor, marked with the crest of the Silver Creek Pack.