Hunter X Hunter Wing Novels & Stories

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

She grabbed Hunter but realized that even though she was strong, her wings weren't equipped to carry three full grown males, barreling at full speed towards the ground. So even though this was going to hurt like a bitch, she knew she had to do something. Warlus was flipping through the sky wildly, Mylan sped passed him, and she braced herself for the pain. Warlus smacked into her, his head slammed against the back of her head, causing her head to spin. She couldn't focus but she used her wings as best she could, she didn't know how far from the ground they were. After a few seconds, she heard someone screaming, which told her she was close to the ground, and she knew she was going entirely t

AXEL'S POV The Hunters came at us like a wave of teeth and claws and those terrible red eyes. Erina released her shadow fiends first. Twenty of them materialized from her pendant, swarming the front line of Hunters. The creatures collided in a mass of darkness and screams. "NOW!" I shouted. Willow and Walter moved in perfect synchronization, decades of fighting together evident in every strike. They targeted the Hunters' joints, knees, elbows, necks. Not killing blows, but crippling ones.

She thrashes, trying to shake us loose, and our blades drive deeper with each movement. Suddenly, Arya’s grip slips. She falls hard. “ARYA!” I yell, heart in my throat. But Xander is already moving, catching her, pulling her out of range. I hold on, barely. My hand tangles in her matted hair—disgusting, but it gives me leverage. And then I see it: the base of her wings. A pulsing, raw knot of flesh where they anchor into her back. That’s the spot. That’s where I strike.

Whiteface grabs the vampire by the throat, presses him hard into the concrete floor, the vampire writhing, trying to break free. The hunter looks to the side with an inviting look, in his left hand the spear is raised up, ready for a fatal blow. Feathers fluttered, pushing off the air, a black raven flew out of the darkness, quickly flapping its wings, sat down next to the hunter, watching the victim. The dust scattered in different directions, disturbed by the air currents created by the black wings of the bird, rising a little, the dust settled around, unable to resist the laws of gravity. The hunter, making sure that the bird sees everything, turned his gaze to the vampire, who had an exp

Nevaeh nods tearfully, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. Tired of waiting, Lukan shoves my head down. Excruciating pain explodes across my back. My vision blurs, and nausea gathers in my stomach as my wings are being cut from my body. I try to stifle my screams, but the pain is unbearable. The metallic taste of blood saturates my taste buds. It's excruciating. Falling forward, I try to straighten my arms, but they buckle. Choking on my blood, I give Nevaeh a reassuring look, but my vision blurs, and my body quakes. The sound of something falling near my shoulder startles me from my pain. It’s one of my wings. Vision wavering, I crawl to Nevaeh and touch her foot. My ears thrum, and my bod

“Honestly, you don’t need my help.” “You can explain everything to him faster, and you are also the one who has the hunch that the killer may have a connection with his victims,” said Cael. Meanwhile, Tyler noticed his wings being so bright. He was in the locker room. Aside from his wings, he also noticed the changes in his eye color. Tyler saw from his reflection in the mirror. Luckily, his teammates overlooked that. Only innocent children can see his wing and his fellow above-level supernatural. It had been a long time since Tyler had last felt that feeling.

Their blood tainted the pristine snow. A sharp sting ripping through my back. The bite of wolfsbane and silver rushed through my muscles. Snarling, I turned to find my attacker. Blood sprayed as I tore his head from his body. His lifeless body dropped to my feet. My wounds closed even before his head hit the ground. My wolves meted out death, tearing the hunters to pieces. But something was wrong. ‘Excellence,’ Hein spoke through the link. ‘Where are the rest of them?’

leathery wings pulled into the narrow body with a large rib cage that was muscled. Sybil felt a shut down of things inside of her. Her wolf immediately going into instinct mode and she was leaping forward sliding under this Velex as he swiped for her. Aries kicked off the strigo that was missing an arm and a giant tear in the side of its face. Aries hit Velex in the side, biting down on one wing that tried to extend to knock him off. He snapped the bone in the wing with his teeth. Velex managed to send him flying with a flick. Aries hit the rock wall hard but got back up. His right arm was hurting badly but he didn’t have a choice.