Hunter X Hunter Transmuter Novels & Stories

Madness glitters in his eyes and he lunges at me, only to be pushed back by Lucas. “Outside,” He snarls. Within minutes, everyone is outside the den and Lucas transforms in a shimmer of light. Hunter doesn’t hesitate, transforming as well. He attacks Lucas, his claws bared. But Lucas is stronger. He sinks his teeth into Hunter’s neck, the blood dripping on the floor. Hunter shakes him off and come at him again, trying to climb onto Lucas’s back, butt my mate isn’t having it. It is clear to everyone here who has the upper hand.

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

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.

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

But you said you loved him, even if in front of him you lied," she grumbled. Soiling, I explained: " Some love stories don't need a statement to be true. They just need to happen. Kendall snorted, and I started reading the prologue of the story that Tristan has been working on for so long. He had used my idea to reconstruct the entire plot, discarding his original ideas for the story. Her character had in her demonic part the gift of transmutation; she could turn into animals and people. One of the people who could take shape was described as a woman with hair that shone in orange embers and a perfectly white smile, capable of misrepresenting the consciousness of the most faithful man.

Some of those supplies are nearly impossible to get without the right connections; I don’t have them right now. I sighed in relief when I found my hunter kit was still intact. “Let’s see what I will need?” I pondered, searching through my supplies. “Blue flame candle and holy oil for purification. Blood… well, she has some in the fridge, and I only need two drops. And chameleon bones. And then I need an object I can wear to enchant.” I sighed, setting everything I needed aside.

Hunter's POV The battle was getting out of hand. Time and time again, we were being attacked by warlocks who would shapeshift into different creatures. They were stronger than I had anticipated, but I managed to tell the difference between Warlock and Santiago. Just as I thought we were done for, Santiago shifted back to a minotaur again, charging toward me. "Hunter, watch out!" Alarick yells, holding his hand out. "Not today, asshole!" I hear Axel suddenly come into view. He charges behind the minotaur, jumping into the air, grabbing the monster by the horns, and pulling him down.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I growl out. Fuck this nasty city, fuck the Sect. Dargo Warsunngs will pay dearly for every single fucking transgression he’s impeded me with. This hunter, they’re all alike, I think, as I watch him get dragged to our room. Big, sleek muscles, and more than likely has blond hair and blue eyes. Deadly in their art, but in the end, they all die the same. Xavier opens the door when the newcomers reach the room. Thankfully, they’ve gagged the hunter. I cannot deal with loud caterwauling right now, as Brody would put it.

Luna gasped as a searing pain coursed through her veins, her vision blurring momentarily. As the pain subsided, they opened their eyes to a startling sight. Luna's once human hands had transformed into paws, covered in sleek, midnight-black fur. Amelia stood beside her, her transformation mirroring Luna's. They had become werewolves. The chamber erupted with a cacophony of growls and howls as the hunters burst into the room, their eyes widening with shock at the sight before them. But before they could react, Luna and Amelia sprang into action, their newly enhanced senses guiding their movements.