Hunter X Hunter Wing Novels & Stories

The Shady Merchant was professional and masked his reactions with a gleeful grin. “Five credits for every wing you sell me. You have yourself a great deal!” The moment it was official, Zen wasted no time and dumped all two-hundred-and-eight wings he harvested onto the Shady Merchant. The hunters in his party went a little wild and hunted more than a hundred flying hogs collectively. It was still a rookie number, considering they would have slain more pigs if the monsters had not flown away in panic. Sometimes, Zen believed the people he hung out with were more terrifying than the creatures born in the dungeon.

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

They were also Raven Shifters, making them even more special in the Fafner Kingdom since 90% of our country's inhabitants hand four legs and no wings. I raised my hand and gathered a small amount of warmth around my palm and fingers, creating a thin glove of flames that I pressed against my brother. I splayed my fingers and wiggled them through his fur, adding a little pressure when I finally reached the roots and the heat of his skin. Staring at the dancing flames that harmlessly brushed by his dark brown pelt, I focused on my connection to my twin, envisioning a bridge in my mind that connected me to him.

“You are my guardian angel in human form, Hunter. You may be wingless… but you’re just as magnificent, just as beautiful as an angel would be. I love you.” “I love you more.” he said gently kissing my lips again. I raised a brow at him. “Really? How could you be so sure that you love me more?” He gave me a playful grin. Then in a serious voice, he said, “Because I traded my wings just to be with you, beautiful.” As we kissed again under the stars and the lovers’ moon, I vowed to prove him wrong. I have the rest of our lives to show him that I love him… exactly as much as he loves me.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

He asked eyes staring at every part of her body. Audrey glance down at herself unsure of what to say, "I don't know, suddenly development wings and changed after I killed Wendigo " she blurts. "Wendigo?" Baston is amazed by it. Audrey nods in affirmation. Now he understands where that aura is coming from, it's from the spilled of a human blood. He glance behind her looking for something which he couldn't fine, "where are the wings?" He asked in curiosity

His complexion was a little darker as if he had bathed in the sun for far too long. The wings on the man’s back weren’t like the wings of a bird; they were metal-skeletal and lacked feathers. If not for the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I would have guessed that the wings were manufactured. When the man folded the wings behind him, I could see his muscles ripple with the movement. “Didn’t you crawl under a rock somewhere?” The man asked Xureus. Xureus didn’t answer immediately. Since I wasn’t sure if there would be a battle today, I joined Hunter and Xureus off the porch. My brothers followed, as did Caleb, but he took a protective stance in front of me.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

he said and left my room. The next day was a lot easier. I was able to bond a bit with the other hunters, and they seemed quite cool. I went to the library immediately after breakfast, and just like the day before, I did not leave until in the night. The literature about witches was more. There was no definite method of killing as they were just like humans, so anything that could kill a human could kill them, but they weren't stupid enough to let a hunter get close enough. The best way to get them was through protection charms, and there were several of those. There were charms for all kinds of spells. I knew I wouldn't be able to read and master all of them. Once a hunter had the right cha

His presence was steady, unyielding, even as his voice cracked with urgency. “Don’t let it take you, Xenia! Stay with me!” The Architect only watched, hands folded inside their dark sleeves, their hood angled as if this was all… entertainment. My anger burned hotter than my flames. “You think this is a game?” I roared. I got a response from the fire. After stretching and twisting, it took the form of wings extending from my shoulders and a flurry of sparks encircling me. The wolves stumbled, hissing where my wings touched their smoky bodies.