Hunter X Hunter Wing Novels & Stories

And he knows how to heal, so he can help her heal her wing. I head back to the arena where I can see Kenna blowing her fire. There must still be harpoon launchers that are operational because I see one fire at her. She dodges it easily before turning to blow her fire again. As they are distracted by her, I reach my talons down, grabbing hold of the launcher and ripping it and the people manning it into the air. I lift up into the sky and when I’m high enough, I let it drop, watching it smash to pieces, the hunters dead on impact.

Since becoming pregnant she made me promise no harm would come to Benson and now it had. “She could try but at least he will live” Hunter replied. Staying in wolf form we made our way to the entrance to the cave, William right on my tail. The tangy smell of fresh blood came from the back of the cave. Hunter whined knowing instantly the blood belonged to our mate. Using out heightened sight we were able to see in the dark until we reached the very end of the cave. Behind the lit fire was Angel, she had a stab wound to her abdomen and was being stitched up by Wayne.

Even Frix is bewildered by what is happening to his sister. The whole place was filled with the Wyvern’s blood-curdling shriek as Xeno made his way to its head. It must have figured out what he’s aiming and before he could even stab it with the arrow that William left on the Wyvern’s neck, the monster flapped its massive wings and made an attempt to shake Xeno out of its neck. But Xeno’s arms are strongly wrapped around its long and round neck and it made the monster more aggressive, its tail waved in every direction that it almost hit Sherman and Frix.

I rolled on top of her, my stone eyes locked into her indigo gaze, and everything was as it should be for a fleeting moment. But then darkness descended- a disruption of shadows materialized around us. Rouges appeared, their presence starkly contrasted with the tranquillity we once knew. Lupin, my unwavering, fearless wolf, stood tall in his blue-black fur, ready to defend what was ours. There was nothing but emptiness to the right where Kimberly's white wolf should have stood.

I feel her eyes on me and that's when I come out of my thoughts . Hardening my eyes at her. "I am giving you our mindlink. We will communicate using it, while you are out in the hunters territory." She stares at our hands, still not saying anything. And I pick up a knife. Slicing my wrist first, to be followed by hers. She doesn't flinch as I expected her to , letting me do it without any struggle. Placing my wrist on top of hers, I let our blood to intermingle. Feeling the warmth of her red liquid mixing in mine.The transfusion continues for few seconds, to only have me pull back my hand.

- Are we going to fly? “No,” Vic barked and pulled the wing out of the girl’s fingers, dark spots remained on a few scales that still fell under the sun’s rays. “How harmful you are,” the girl was not at all offended and again switched to his ears. — It's interesting. Kim Won has never flown either. And you have to try. “If Vic moves a little more and finds himself in the sun, then his wings will disappear,” the guy said quickly and again brought the sword to the sarsh.

"It knows your intention now. It will lead us without fail." Jinx stood and saw Lexi's form for the first time as the demon had been sitting behind him. "Lexi, what happened to your wings?" He ran his gloved paw along what was left of the demon's mighty wings. They were the color of rotten leaves and shriveling. "Do they hurt?" "I can't feel them. I'm sure it's just because I'm fighting off this weird illness. They'll be better once I-" Lexi slumped into Jinx's arms.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

I would not return to the other hunters, lies filling my mouth in order to attain their respect once more. Cyrus sheathed first one sword down his back, and then the other. Both were made of silver and, having seen him wield one in each hand during multiple training sessions, I felt a twinge of pity for the shifter. No longer did I wish to see the supernatural creatures we hunted suffer, but I did want them gone. Cyrus opened his mouth, but I pressed a finger to his lips and flashed a grin at him. “If you’re about to ask if I’m sure again, there’s no need.”

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.