Hunter X Hunter Theme Novels & Stories

“They’re ready.” I nodded, but didn’t speak right away. The silence pressed in—thick and humming. I could feel the pulse of it, the waiting. I walked to the front of the clearing and turned to face them all. “Tonight,” I began, my voice carrying easily through the still air, “we do not fight for vengeance. We fight for what was taken.” Every gaze locked on me—gold, silver, hazel, burning with the same purpose. “For too long, the Hunters have taken what they wanted—our kin, our land, our peace and now your future Luna. But that ends now. This isn’t just a rescue. It’s a reckoning.”

Especially because they’d included the part about him being a caring man, and ended with me saying I wanted him to be free of the darkness, to cut back again to him walking all alone, eyes down, wearing all black like back then. They faded to black and the Up Next screen for his solemn narration voice to say, “Up next on this Haunters season finale special.” The following quick montage showed twenty seconds of the highlights of the next episode. Meaning the worst of it all, the harshest one-liners from the interviews and even things I had no idea had happened.

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

Damned! A sudden burst of anger made me slam my hand on the table. The loud noise made Serena even more scared. Her body trembled. I yelled, "Get out!" "Yes... yes..." Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price.

"You're acting strange today. Even the way you talk is so mysterious." "Is that so? Haha..." Hunter scratched the back of his head and laughed dryly. Sydney took a sip of the hot chocolate. "Well, if you don't want to say, I won't force you. Why don’t you tell me what you think about the Madden family? You said on the phone earlier that you had an idea. What is it?" Hunter's expression grew serious as they started talking business. "My idea is that we find a random person to impersonate Clarice and go back to the Madden family."

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

Hunter was roaring viciously and they had shifted back to their human forms. Happiness twinkled in her eyes upon seeing Hunter punching Armando ruthlessly as blood splurts out of his mouth.

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

Hunter hovered over me, his large frame caging me in. “We’ll use your legs and hands to help us release the proof they’re waiting for,” he whispered. “I’ll make a small cut on your inner thigh to fake the bleeding.” My throat tightened, but I nodded anyway. I have no choice. Hunter shifted back and spread my legs wider. My breath caught in my chest. The way he looked between my thighs sent a ripple of heat and nervous tension down my spine. His gaze was dark, predatory, like a wolf studying its prey.