Hunter X Hunter Theme Novels & Stories

He would crawl—or rather float—toward the throne room. Raise both tiny arms. And babble one very recognizable word. "Hun..." His little voice always broke my heart. Then a portal would appear. Everyone stopped what they were doing every single time. Hope. Every day we hoped. Perhaps this time... Hunter would step through. Instead... The portal always opened onto an empty place. A forest. A ruined hallway. An abandoned mountain path. Never Hunter. The portal would remain open for several seconds before quietly closing again. Xander would lower his tiny arms.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

Hunter promises me but I kept on crying, I can't sleep without my Mr Vixy, no matter what they say, I want it and I want it now, I kept on crying, unable to calm down. "Fuck it, let's just go and get it for her," Hunter says after a couple minutes, and I started to calm down, they're getting me my fox.

The Hunter carves a epitaph into the bark: *"Here lies a king who chose to fall." At dusk, the storms return. Not the Silence's hush, but *mine*-wild, grieving, alive. Lightning carves Eden's name into the sky, and for a moment, I swear I hear him laugh. The Hunter touches my shoulder. "What now?" I lift the storm-gun, its barrel humming with the Cradle's last chord. "We grow. We fight. We *outlast*." The first raindrop falls. It *sings*.

“Get on with your job, Hailey, so we can go home.” Xander turns his head away and pretends to busy himself by checking the stage. While he was busy trying to figure out what to do with the design, I took it upon myself to search the internet for some inspiration. Since the prom is going to be held in the winter, Leo uses Winter Wonderland for the theme. “Hey, Xander. Check on this.” I tap on his shoulder and show him the screen of my phone. “Why don’t we use this one as inspiration? Wilting white tree stumps topped with fake snow should be a good contrast with the darker background.”

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

And I will tell her that as soon as we get to the house. We walked back to my place in silence, trying to appear casual in case anyone else was watching us. But if there were others around, Diana would know it, so we should be safe for now. “So, do you have any actual food in this place?” The Hunter questioned. Yes, I’m going to call him The Hunter. If I use his name, it’s like accepting that he’s staying. Sort of like if you name a stray cat or dog, you now have a pet. I don’t need a pet human.

' Kasper response. 'Yeah! And it's a bit more disturbing that a werewolf hunter is too quiet. Should we head back to our village?' 'But my mom told me to not go back without good news.' 'We can't even find something about that werewolf hunter. I think we need a new plan. It will be hard for us to attack her in this place.' 'Let's talk about that later. For now, let us focus and be careful about following her. Keep a distance where she won't notice you.'

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