Hunter X Hunter Symbols Novels & Stories

They must have found what they or looking for or hit a dead end. When I get inside Charles is cooking us dinner and it smells delicious. “Wow you’re not just a pretty face” I joke. He laughed coming up behind me he gives me a small smack on the ass. “How was your day at the library?” he asks. “I found a newspaper article” I said showing him the article. He read the article. “The symbols on the bodies are hunters' symbols. The hunters killed your parents and tried to kill you, but they couldn’t. I think the reason you were not killed is because you were stealing your mother's protection power.” I explain. “They tried to kill you, but they couldn’t.”

“The hunters will be back soon. Tomorrow maybe. We need to defend the pack or evacuate.” “How many hunters?” Cole asked. “Thirty last time. Maybe more now.” Jason showed them bodies. Dead wolves. “They’re using silver and wolfsbane. Military tactics. Like they’ve done this before.” Sage examined the bodies. The wounds. “This wasn’t random. This was coordinated. Professional.” “Who would do this?” Riley asked. Then Sage saw it. A marking on one body. Burned into the skin. A symbol. The same one from Dr. Wright’s facility.

"Do you know about that symbol? I mean, ahhh, that. Logan said that you know about the symbols I paint every night. And the symbols that also happened at school!" Xander glanced at Logan and then sighed again while closing his eyes "I'm just looking for it, because I think my father has discussed this symbol. It is a symbol of mortality, at that time I heard my father say to someone. Things must be kept away from him. someone who wants to rule all the earth. For now I still have to find out more! " "Earlier, I apologize for not telling you. Because I don't think you will care, but my opinion is wrong. You even gave me quite important information!"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

For the first time since Scarlett had known her, uncertainty filled the healer's eyes. "Because the symbols being found near the river are older than our packs." No one spoke. Mira continued. "My grandmother showed me those symbols when I was young." A cold feeling settled heavily over the room. Scarlett felt as though the walls themselves had begun closing in. "What do they mean?" she asked quietly. The old woman looked directly at her. "They mark ownership." The words struck harder than Scarlett expected. "Ownership?" Mira nodded. "In the old stories, those symbols were used by a group known as the Hollow Moon."

With a soft breath, he started to explain. “Hunters are humans who know of the existence of werewolves. Or rather, their entire lives are dedicated to the extermination of werewolves from the earth. Many operate on their own but there are families who have generations of Hunters in their lineage. Where one Hunter goes, many more tend to follow, Anna.” And then he gave her a severe look. “There’s a symbol carved into his neck. You can check it for yourself. We’re not dealing with just any set of humans. We’re dealing with a group that will stop at nothing to kill any werewolf they come across. No matter if they are rogues, or not.” Anna processed his words slowly, a sudden dread began to set

Pain exploded sharply through me. Rain roared. Wrong fucking move. I grabbed the hunter by the face before smashing his skull directly into my knee with enough force to cave bone inward. Still… No scream. Only blood. These things barely reacted to pain. The third hunter suddenly raised one hand toward the sky while whispering something ancient. The forest shifted immediately. Dark symbols burned across the ground beneath us glowing silver exactly like the ones at Blood Moon territory. Omega execution seals. Rain physically recoiled inside me. Danger. The symbols activated instantly. Chains made of silver light exploded upward from the ground wrapping around my wrists and chest violently.

Alexis asked and her face looked a little pale. Adrian looked at Alexis with a sad look. There are still many things that can make Alexis feel confused after this. But Adrian had promised not to lie anymore or even cover up the things he knew to Alexis. “I know very little about this symbol. As far as I know, this symbol appears on a ready vampire hunter. But I don't even know what they are prepared for. However, what I'm afraid of is that we both still need to come to Serina. She's a psychic, which she herself knows more about than I do, Alexis." Adrian answered a little explaining.

But then, I see his expression shift from surprise to curious as his gaze lands on the crescent symbol resting in the center of my chest, partially visible through the damp fabric. His frown deepens, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a look of intensity, almost protective while his eyes fixed on my mark. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes a step closer, a concern etched into his features. "Hunters?" He clenches his jaws, his voice laced with unhidden anger. "No." Quickly, I shake my head and look down at the mark... that looks more like a brand, "It is a protector's symbol." I run my finger over the swell skin of my mark.

“What the fuck! Did he ingest a can of rotten spray?” Looking at the others, I ask, “Do you smell him?” Declan frowns, and Clifton looks at him thoughtfully before saying, “He ingested something forbidden.” When the hunter’s shirt comes off, I stare at the tattoo on his chest. “You’re truly with the Sect,” I murmur. “How vogue and unique it is to have their symbol. Not that it will serve as any sort of protection for you.” Grabbing one of the knives from the hunter’s bag, I slash it twice across his chest. Blood weeps instantly from his wounds, and I’m instantly enveloped with Carmen’s very essence, mingled with his.