Hunter X Hunter Theme Novels & Stories

Let him take that promise however he will. Hunter smooths one thumb over my lower lip considering, hunger kindling in his hooded eyes. "Perhaps you do at that..." His face lowers towards mine unhurriedly. I let my eyes fall closed, victory singing in my veins. The fox comes to me willingly in the end.

His eyes glow white as snowfall. Hunter (to himself): “Mountains remember. And I have not forgotten the scent of exiles.” He kneels beside a pawprint in ash. Hunter (smiling): “She walks among them. The half-blood Queen. And the bastard prince follows.” He releases a signal flare. Three more flares answer across the valley. Hunter (low growl): “Time to cleanse the peaks.” The Mountain Stirs A deep chamber beneath the village. Xavier follows a dream—his feet bare, pulled by a force older than thought. The stone is warm beneath him.

Hunter felt the gush of wet blood before the searing pain. As Hunter lurched sideways, Hotuaekhaashtait grabbed hold of Hunter’s exposed, untamed locks, and used them to snap his head backwards. Without a second thought, Hunter sheared through his trapped hair (the source of his lineage, his heritage, and which his mother had told him to never cut) and pulled away just in time to avoid the keen edge of the knife whooshing by his exposed throat.

The cold rain bites into my skin, contrasting the warmth radiating from Felix's fury. I can see the determination in his eyes and the way his jaw clenches, preparing for battle. My heart races, not only for my safety but for our unborn child as well. "Enough!" Felix snarls at Hunter. "You have no right to force her into anything." "Ah, but I do," Hunter retorts with an evil smile. "She was promised to me, remember? It's time she fulfilled that promise." With that, Hunter throws me to one of his men who holds me in place with a gun to my head and lunges at Felix, initiating a brutal fight that seems to transcend the boundaries of reason.

a voice calls from the gathering, feeding the chorus of agreement. Estela seizes the moment, rising, her red hair gleaming in the candlelight. “Don’t you see? The hunters want us fighting one another so they can—” “That doesn’t justify unleashing feral vampires on my lands,” I cut in, my growl silencing her. “Or sending soldiers to compel humans against me.” She drops back into her chair, pale now. Good. I nod once at Futo. He steps forward, dragging something heavy on a chain. The scrape of metal against marble grates through the hall until the creature stumbles into the light.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

“It does though, don’t you get it? Of all the packs out there, Night Blaze is unique. It isn’t a cliché and it is a strong and powerful name.” Hunter looked down at the paper in front of him. He was silent for longer than I liked. When the silence settled in, my thoughts went dark. How easy would it be to jump over the desk and tear into his throat? Would I even care if I was the one to end his life? “You may be right.” Hunter finally spoke.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

There is a barbeque, drinking alcohol, karaoke, and enjoyment of the sun today. Hunter went up to the mini-stage and cleared his throat on the microphone. All eyes were focused on him and the child he was carrying. "Good day to all!" Hunter said with a smile. And everyone there answered him back. "Good day too, boss." He chuckled. "I want to tell you all the good news I'm having — well, I’m carrying, " everyone laughed. "The new face of my dynasty is in front of you now. My only and most handsome son, Hunter Collins Jr.!”

I can't even find Beth to get money. "I hate this",I pace as I wait for him to come back but he doesn't. Once I leave my room I don't see anyone not that I'm looking. I go make food and sigh sadly. I deserve to be happy I make a sandwich. I deserve good dick too. Hunter pov At the end of the last movie we carry the pups to bed before heading to our room. Hannah is sleeping in my arms as I carry her while Lucas walks beside us staring. "She looks like an angel",he murmurs softly.