Hunter X Hunter Theme Novels & Stories

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

The pack guardian's panicked voice filled the air. "Miss Thorne! Hunter is missing! He was in his sleeping quarters, but now he's gone!" **(God's POV)** Hunter Thorne sat curled against Lucian's den entrance, his small body shivering in the moonlight. His bare paws were dirty from running through the territory without hunting boots. He clutched a stuffed moon-rabbit tightly to his chest, whispering to himself in the darkness. "I'm not scared," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Ethan will be back soon. He promised we could play together."

I hissed. Hunter chuckled and raised his arms in surrender. "I'm sorry, OK? I just love teasing you. You know that you are hot, and your scent is a serious turn-on to at least ninety percent of the creatures living in the Dark Realm, and yet you're so adorably innocent…"

Rage pierced through the careful armor I built around my emotions, seeing them together. As if I were nothing! Hunter suddenly stopped and stared toward our group entering, frowning as his green eyes landed on me. Hunter suddenly began to approach us, dragging Sandy with him. I avoided eye contact as I fought to keep my heartbeat down. “Well, well, well. The Scarred Rogue Alpha in the flesh,” Hunter chuckles softly with amusement. His mask was dark with little silver crescent moons. “Yes,” Jaxon dryly said. “And you are?” Jaxon knew exactly who Hunter was. But he also wanted to make a dig at Hunter’s expense.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Then static. Then the hunter speaks again, his voice clipped. “He has gone dark, sir. Gone cold. Not even our strongest scryers can detect his aura anymore. He is, ahem, well protected.” The screen flickers with internal noise as Xavier straightens in his chair, rage simmering in his jaw. “Protected by what?” he growls. The hunter hesitates. “We don’t know.” “Useless,” Xavier snarls, slamming his fist onto the marble table. “Years of tracking. Funds. Blood. All for nothing?!” The hunter speaks again, clearly shaken. “There’s… something else.” Xavier’s growl deepens.

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

Hunter closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm the anger. Only it doesn’t calm him as images of what this male had done to just this one female flash through his mind. With the rage rising once more, Hunter furrows his wolf-like brows, opens his eyes and only slightly moves his clawed hand when he feels the same soft touch he did at his coronation on his shoulder before he hears the same soft, delicate female voice in his mind. “You are better than them…”

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Hunter's eyes are wide, their eagerness to make everything perfect for the ceremony evident. I smile, appreciating their enthusiasm. "Hunter, whatever you decide will be fantastic. You've got a great touch in the kitchen." But Hunter isn't satisfied with that answer. "No, no, we need to make this special! What about decorations? Should we go for a more rustic, natural theme, or something more... I don't know, romantic?" Cana chimes in, his voice filled with mischief, 'Ask them if they've considered a naked Typhon as the centerpiece. That would be a sight.'