Hunter X Hunter Theme Novels & Stories

Clown’s subordinates on the second floor kept spraying their guns at Alex. Alex tore a door off the minivan and placed it on his head as a shield. “What the hell! Is he The Hulk?!” Hunter exclaimed as he was dumbfounded, with his mouth agape. Alex hurriedly ordered Zendaya to keep singing as to disrupt the actions of Clown’s subordinates while calling out to Hunter, “Hey, Stoermer, come with me!” However, it turned out that Hunter was in daze after being influenced by Zendaya’s singing, his mobility had become very slow.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

Xavier and Xander got the Silver hair of their father while Deither looked so much like my Dad and he was the youngest among the three, and the closest to me. “You brought so much happiness and joy into my life and I don’t know what I would do without you, Cassandra,” Hunter whispered to me after we put the triplets to bed and kissed me so sweetly on the lips, “I love you so much and I wish I can break my chest open so you could see that only your name is engraved in my heart.” “That sounds so cheesy but I love it,” I whispered back to him with a smile on my face as he cuddled me close to him, “And I love you, Hunter Albrecht. I love you more than anything in the world.”

I rose to my feet and within a flash I was at the throng of hunters as they continued to try and smash their way through to kill the humans. My arms flung at them in a rage as I grabbed them, one and two at a time, throwing them in every direction until their bodies crashed against the hard trunks of the trees. The roar still sounding from my mouth as I ripped across their faces and torsos with my nails and clamped my mouth around their necks, tearing away their skin until they bled to death. The furious craze was burning my chest and the only way I believed in this moment would ease it, was to kill as many hunters as I could.

I hoped she let me help. Jarrett gave a curt nod. “So, we need to find Jones. I say we put him through our justice system since he involved us.” He gave a cynical smile to Kacela. “He hired a world renown werewolf hunter to take us out, afterall.” “Bad move,” Kacela said, face straight. That broke the tension and Nellie gave a curt laugh. “We need to find that bitch Julie, too,” she said.

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.