Hunter X Hunter Transmuter Novels & Stories

Xander let out a slow "hmm" The "him" subordinate pointed out naturally referred to the body laying on the ground, covered in blood at this moment. His limbs were badly mutated with his hands practically being crusted and separated from his body. Even the bones of his legs could be seen. But Xander wasn't satisfied. This person has tried to kill his Triantafyllo and he still wanted to live? Ha! What a joke! Crushing the gunpowder in his hands, he stood up and ordered.

“The letter, you're—” “I’m trans, yeah.” “Surely your father can't be that narrow-minded,” Bella said, frowning. “I mean, you're all people who turn into wolves. Being a guy born in a seemingly female body can't be that much of a stretch.” “Preaching to the choir,” Hunter said with a chuckle. “My beastform is male, but even that's not enough to convince him that it's not just a phase. Apparently, the hunters are of a similar mindset.”

I didn't dare do the latter just yet. “Do you think that’s the contraption the hunter told us that the altered shifters had? The thing that shoots liquid silver in their bloodstream?” Otis grumbled and continued to work on the cuffs near Xander’s face. A low growl resonated inside the room, and Otis quickly backed away when Xander’s teeth missed the old wielder’s hand by a few inches. “Xander, it’s us. You’re safe now.” When Xander didn’t acknowledge my words and continued to savagely try to bite Otis, I anxiously stared at him. My heart was ripping in half. Nothing in his movements was human. He resembled a crazed animal. Cornered and feral.

He was on the verge of a shift. “I can’t even say his fucking name! That’s how strong this curse is.” “You can fight it,” I begged. “I’m sorry Summer.” Hunter transformed into a menacing, tall, red-eyed monster with hard rotting skin. Dimitri’s five wolves attacked Ezra. My mate didn’t bother shifting. He grabbed one by the neck and kicked the other several feet away. Dimitri watched as his henchmen did the dirty work. “Kill her,” he growled. “No!” Ezra yelled.

His real intention is not just a bonding but a deeper one. "Really?" I know even Dominus can feel it. Hunter's lips pouted and then stomped his feet on the ground, like a child. "Okay, fine! I want to see you transform bro! Can you let me see it? I will just record it here," he said while pointing to the camera he got from his mother. I know it was from Dr. Malea and when she found out about this, he will probably receive a punishment from her. She doesn't like Hunter taking her things out of the lab.

Xavier rubs himself along my ceremonial robe, then walks off to the darkest area within the dungeon so he could transform and cloth himself. Trex comes bounding in and if it were Jarek, I'm convinced he would have a triumphant smirk on his face. A tremendous feral hog, unlike any I have ever seen before, lies on his back. The wild boar falls to my feet, but he doesn’t rub himself against me like Xavier did. He promptly walks off so he can shift and change. I shrug my shoulders and my mom scrutinizes me. Not going to let that cat out of the bag yet. I may end up rejecting his dumb ass. DANTE

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.

Ray nods and pulls out a photo from his desk's drawer, "Watch this." "What's this?" he examines the photo. "It looks like a black card." "I hacked this photo from one of their websites. It's called a Pecto, there's total seven of them, if the informations are correct." "The Conditorem is quite aficionado of Latin words," he furrows his forehead. "I never understood why their symbol is an innocent bird like swift bird. What do they mean by that? That they can be impeccable and try to make this world better?" he clenches his teeth, then looks up at his friend. "Um, anyway, how can we grab this Pecto?"

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h