Hunter X Hunter Sign Novels & Stories

Trista's POV (( Okay Tris what I'm about to tell you and ask you to do will most certainly be unortodox and against our were code but trust me when I tell you it's for a good cause )) I hesitate a bit before answering [[ uhh okay Luna ]] she proceeds to disclose the information and I can not believe my ears right now [[ Luna you do realize you're asking me to be shady and go out to shady places and tell shady people about you and your powers, you do realize this could back fire horribly for you and the entire pack if more than one crowd comes looking for you ]] (( I thought about that too, here )) she passes me a small piece of paper with a drawing on it (( this is said to be the symbol of t

"The contract for Dr. Cross needs your signature." He laid the papers on my desk. I scanned them quickly. Standard terms, generous payment, and accommodation on the pack grounds for the duration of treatment. I signed at the bottom. Ashford Steele, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. As the ink dried, the bond mark on my shoulder suddenly flared with heat. I sucked in a breath, my hand flying to cover it. The warmth spread through my chest, my wolf surging forward with an intensity I had not felt in months.

Your acceptance would signify a step toward healing for us all. Respectfully, Xander Stone, Alpha (Signed and marked with blood) Aria held the letter, her mind spinning with memories. A thousand thoughts swirled in her head. Invitations she had never accepted. The dinners, the birthdays, the events where she was never wanted. This one was different. The blood beneath the seal made it personal. Xander had signed it, yes, but there was more. It wasn’t just a call to a diplomatic event—it was a call to confront everything she had left behind.

She followed me into my office with a stack of papers for me to go over. “Sign here, here and here, please, my king,” she murmured, pointing to the places that needed my signature. I gave them a cursory glance and saw that I was signing a work order to have the youth center’s main floor bathrooms repaired, a few remits for work that had been done, and a work agreement for a Lycan that was hoping to join our pack. I pulled it out of the stack and gave it a quick glance. “Tell me about him?” I asked. “I’m drawing a blank.”

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

“This is just the beginning of what I have to do to be strong enough for that, so if you really give a damn about me, you'll step aside and shut the fuck up.” Bella prepared for a massive confrontation as a million different emotions flickered across Clarence's face, but he ultimately stepped back and watched in somber silence. No one said a thing for a long time. Even Ulric was silent. “Okay,” Hunter said, closing his book and placing it on top of another one Bella assumed was from Ulric's study. “So, the drawing on the floor is the sigil of the hunters. The ritual calls for something from a vampire, a werewolf, and a hunter, hence the two blood offerings. As you can tell, we don't exactly

I asked, recalling that day in the council chamber. Ava shook her head, her movements slow and weak. “Just a shadow through the door crack. But I remember what he wore. The signet ring on his hand when he gestured. It was silver, with a symbol I didn’t recognize. A crescent, or maybe a claw.” The room fell into a heavy silence. Hunter’s head whipped around to look at me, and in that moment, we both realized we were thinking of the same thing…the necklace tucked away in its little wooden box back in his study, the same strange mark etched into the tarnished silver.

Even when I placed a stack of documents in front of him, he signed without really looking. On top was a jewelry transfer list. At the bottom was my application to cancel the mate ceremony. Under pack law, an unsealed mate ceremony could be revoked if both the Alpha and his future Luna signed. Kaelan probably thought it was another gift list, so he signed quickly. When the pen finished the final stroke, guilt flickered across his face. “This is the last time, Eve. After the ceremony, you’ll be my Luna. Whatever you want, crowns, gowns, jewels, anything in Blackthorn’s vault, you can choose it yourself. You won’t have to take apology gifts from me anymore.”

I explained and he sighed. "Callum come here". Zee patted the seat next to him. Callum scooted over there. "When Zol captured you we had no other option but to change you. It was Steph, well it had to be Steph. Zol just triggered him. Look at these holes. It’s where Stephen bit you. It’s similar to Blaze but these mere holes soon turn into spots. But the bond mark by Blaze will be prominent as the sun. It’s like an arc carved on your skin. A permanent tattoo.

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.