Hunter X Hunter Symbols Novels & Stories

James stopped moving the cloth, his expression turning serious as he leaned in closer on his stool. "He said you found a tracker with some kind of brand on its skin," James said quietly, "what about it?" "It was not just any brand," I said, my voice dropping to a rough rasp as my throat tightened up again, "it was the broken crescent symbol, which belongs exclusively to the founding bloodline of the Crimson Moon." James stared at me, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion, and he asked me why a stray beast in the woods would carry a symbol that was supposed to be a lost secret from centuries ago.

"I don't know. But they left a message." Kael's blood ran cold. "What message?" "A symbol. Carved into a tree. The same symbol the hunters used when they attacked the western camp." "Show me." --- The symbol was crude, carved into the bark of an ancient oak, a circle with lines radiating outward, like a sun or a wheel. Kael stared at it, his mind racing. "What does it mean?" Torvin asked. "I don't know. But it's a threat." "From Seraphine?"

They probably representing personalities from the past— some important falk's, I guess. My eyes narrowed at the weapon they are holding. To my surprise, symbols are lying in there. Who seems to be different, depending on who's holding it. But when the sun suddenly showed up, one statue lures my attention. The sun made its simple red structure into a flaming crystal. A scene that I can't keep my eyes on. I looked at her hands and saw her magnificent bow and arrow, owning a symbol that made my heart skipped for an unknown reason. It's a blazing bird, a Phoenix.

But even as I told myself all of that, my gaze would still return to Harrison's face. He looked so different when he slept. So without thinking, my eyes lowered. And that was when I saw it. The symbol on my chest. I slowly lifted the blanket just enough to look down at my chest. The symbol was there. It was faint but glowing softly as if it was a part of me now. My fingers trembled when I touched it. Last night, Harrison told me there was no mark on my chest. But my eyes couldn't deceive me. I swallowed hard and put a hand on my chest. I could feel and see it. Then why couldn't Harrison see it?

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

I silently watched her do all she did, expecting a rewarding response. After a while, she shook her head. “I just searched through the pack’s archive of terrestrial and supernatural symbols and logos, but there were none looking like this.” I huffed, my shoulders dropping. “A dead end again.” My eyes brightened instantly as an idea crossed my mind. “Is there a chance that the logo isn’t just related to Woodhound? Perhaps, it’s something that has to do with the supernatural world as a whole…witches, Lycans and warlocks included?”

Approaching carefully, his gut feeling informed him of the significance of these symbols. While he ran his fingers along the symbols, a burst of energy flowed through him, flooding his mind with visions of age-old sorcery and potent spells. He sensed the powerful energy pulsating below, ready to be released. He cried out "Eva!" as his voice resounded in the chamber. "I believe I've discovered something!" Eva looked back with a hopeful expression. "What's that?" "These symbols—they are involved in a ceremony," Xander clarified. "If we can awaken them, we could potentially utilize the temple’s energy to combat the shadows."

Silhouettes stand in the distance, their contours are hidden by semi-darkness, you can only see that they are in dark clothes and hoods. Symbols and geometric shapes are drawn on the floor with white chalk. The vampire does not have time to see them, the hunter looks at the figure in the hood, she gestures to the side. The hunter abruptly turns his head in the indicated direction. There is an oak door, with massive metal fasteners, above the door, symbols are written and bright blue stones are fixed. The vision abruptly disappears. with massive metal fixtures, above the door, symbols are written and bright blue stones are fixed. The vision abruptly disappears. with massive metal fixtures, ab

His voice cracked slightly at the end. I swallowed hard. Another flash seemed to hit him because he jerked violently and nearly lost his balance. The guard and I caught him quickly before he could bash his head open against the wall. “Hunter!” “The symbol…” he muttered. “I know that symbol…” His eyes moved toward the dagger lying on the ground. The black symbol carved into the handle seemed darker somehow beneath the torchlight, and right now, Hunter was staring at it like it was alive. Then suddenly he shoved away from me.

As the cameras switched views, a dark figure walked through the estate’s wooded perimeter—moving fast, avoiding sensors, slipping through blind spots like someone who knew the layout better than they should. Hunter stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing. “That’s not one of Shopia’s men,” he murmured. Monique zoomed the feed. The figure paused, turned deliberately toward the nearest camera, and held up something. A mask. Black. Marked with a symbol Hunter hadn’t seen in years. Helen tensed. Evalina’s grip tightened around Hunter’s arm. “Who is that…?” she whispered. Hunter’s answer was barely audible. “He’s not Shopia’s.”