Hunter X Hunter Themed Room Novels & Stories

I best make the most of it. When we reach a room that has no doors, three of our Beta escorts leave and the one who goes to my school leads us into the room. The room looks like a very expensive Art Exhibit. There are ancient statues on display and weird fancy paintings on the walls. The air is lavender-scented and the windows in here are huge, allowing enough natural light to burst in. The room has a white theme and the floors are covered with white marble tiles. Not too far to the right sits a huge shelf that holds many books. That is where the Lycan is.

I didn’t fail to see the other doors as well, my jaw dropped when I saw Ezra Lethal written on three of them, which meant he was in there. “This is your room!” Xavier said he put his thumb on a biometric machine. “Place your thumb over, so that you can get access to the room whenever I’m not around,” He said, I happily placed my thumb on it, and it immediately turned green. “ACCESS GRANTED!” The machine said, this was all so cool, I walked into the room and it looked magnificent, it was something only a Queen could have. “This is supposed to be Willow’s room, that’s why I decorated it like this,” Xavier said, I smiled, this was all so cool. I was so excited to see all the things around me, i

Poplar wood, MDF, Lacquer, and High gloss “Hunter! Can you please pinch me?” she did not realize that Hunter, instead of putting her down was enjoying every expression crossing her face. There was a study table in the corner with two chairs and a side lamp. The room also had a sofa set matching with the bedroom set. “God demit! F**k!” Hunter started laughing. “No way! It’s a dream! Right? Hunter, I said… pinch me!” Hunter nuzzled her neck with his nose and bit her lightly. “Ouch.”

I decided I would kill him later. Once at home, I dragged her into the playroom like a caveman. Most dungeons had the common theme of black leather and metal. My room was different. It was more of a kinky whorehouse and I loved the sound of Angela's laugh. Her eyes admired the corner bed covered in red velvet, with gold throw pillows, the low lighting with garish coverings, and interspersed between the medieval torture devices large red and gold pillows pushed the room to flamboyant. "You're weird."

In his mind, it was really the only reason, but the back of his head said differently that he would realize when both of their life is at stake. THE SHOWER SCENT filled Xurden’s room, coming out from the opened bathroom door while the sound of water echoed loudly. The interior was mixed with grey and black. It had an enormous bed taking up most of the space in the east. Darker grey sheets covered the lighter-tone grey bed. The walls looked like dark barks, but they were solid stones. The light from the lampshade on the bedside table flickered a little before it settled down. After a while, the rushing water stopped, and heavy footsteps replace the noise.

Still, that doesn’t mean I don’t crave some space of my own. I don’t want to be the girl who hops between beds every night. If this is going to work, if I’m truly going to share a bond with four mates, then I need a room that’s mine. A space I can breathe in. Jaxon has already claimed the room he’s been sleeping in. I overheard him and Ryder talking about decorating themes yesterday. Apparently, a space theme and glow-in-the-dark stars are on the table. Eventually, sleep claimed me, deep and dreamless, and when I wake up I feel refreshed, like a whole new person.

"No Dimi. You're going to start to love me or you're going to be the death of me. Quite literally." I make it to my room and sat in my "office" that Hendrix and Paxton have helped me set it up for school. This room is a deep shade of purple. The color is so dark, it almost looks black. I have accents of light purple around the room to break up the darkness. I sit on my windowsill where they have made a bench seat for me. So, I can enjoy nature and a book from the window. I see Hendrix, Thanos, and Paxton in their wolf forms playing with the children. I watch as Eskimo has Roe dangling in his mouth by his shorts. Shaking my head, I turn my attention back to my book and begin to read.

They were not our pack. As Rem brought me into his room, I realised it looked exactly how I expected a Hunter’s room to look. Weapons of various types, sizes and styles lined the walls as decoration - though I had no doubts he could use them in an actual fight. A large king-sized bed, an even bigger wardrobe, and an adjacent bathroom. A laptop sat on the desk near a large window and a few bookshelves with various books lined the shelves.

I hear a soft voice answer. Livie opens the door and gestures for me to walk inside. The room is so welcoming, but dark. It had the same design as Humter's room, except her windows were draped in long curtains, exposing only the ceiling windows. It was still pouring out. The only difference was that her room was slightly smaller than Hunter's, and by the looks of it, her room was downstairs. It only had a small balcony with a small sitting area and a bookshelf filled with books of all kinds. Her room didn't have a kitchen either like Humter's did, and her chimney was on the opposite side from where Hinter's chimney was located.

There were rules in this pack. Hunter leaves the room to get my case from the car and I sit on his huge wooden bed waiting for him. His room is beautiful but impersonal. There's no clutter or anything that shows it's used - not even a picture of him or his family. He returns a few minutes later and places my case down. "Are you tired?" He asks flopping down on the bed. I flop backwards to join him and yawn. "No" I say. Hunter chuckles at my blatant lie and sits up. He pulls off my shoes and starts to undress me down to my knickers. I let him and watch him sleepily.