Hunter X Hunter X Reader Novels & Stories

“Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.” “Just say spirits. It’ll be easier for him to understand.” “Right. So, I am Yasuhiro Ritsu and this brat is…” “I’m Seirei.” “You don’t have a last name?” “No. I wasn’t born with one. Why? Is there a problem?” he says while licking his lollipop. “No. I thought that you both were related so…” “So you thought I’d have the same last name as this guy. Well, can’t say I wouldn’t think of it.”

and she closed her eyes. "Alia....No......" Hunter placed his head on hers as she began to dissolve. I grunted in pain as one of the strips on my arm started glowing red. "Are you okay" Sydney attempted to touch me but I pushed her hands away "Am fine". I walked up to Hunter who was still on his knees "Hunter, I....... He suddenly stood up "Let's go home". * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter's head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunners face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connect for moment, his eyes flickered with a silver glow before

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

It wasn’t his blood and it wasn't mine either. I turned my head slowly, almost too afraid to see what truth waited there, and what I saw rooted me to the chains. The hunter who had pressed the gun to Xavier’s temple was no longer standing. His throat was torn wide open, blood pouring in hot streams across the stone floor. And behind him—moving so quickly my eyes struggled to follow—was a blur of fur and fangs, a beast tearing through the cave like the storm itself had taken form. The hunters barely had time to scream.

Hunter whispered, too shocked to even growl, looking down her body to see how, in addition to the blood, the knees of her jeans were filthy with mud, as if she had knelt on the ground so she could split someone in half and being painted red in that “What the fuck did you do…?” “Wait, Hunter…” Felix appears running after Corinne, looking calmer than Hunter expected, in front of that scene “I would never have imagined that one day I would say that about a tiger, especially about this girl, but… It's not what it seems.” “Isn’t that what it looks like?” Hunter glanced between the two, his Alpha instinct causing his voice to grow rougher and his fangs to stretch “She's covered in someone else's b

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

Please. Hunter's shoulders shifted slightly and I saw him take a deep breath, like he was trying to rein in his anger. He didn't turn to look at me but I could tell he had received my message. The tension in his body eased just a fraction, though he still looked ready to throw another punch at the slightest provocation. I turned away from Hunter and faced Xavier, who was still hovering protectively near Mr. Hawthorn. The sight of him standing there, choosing that horrible man over me, made something inside my chest crack and splinter.

His eyes glow white as snowfall. Hunter (to himself): “Mountains remember. And I have not forgotten the scent of exiles.” He kneels beside a pawprint in ash. Hunter (smiling): “She walks among them. The half-blood Queen. And the bastard prince follows.” He releases a signal flare. Three more flares answer across the valley. Hunter (low growl): “Time to cleanse the peaks.” The Mountain Stirs A deep chamber beneath the village. Xavier follows a dream—his feet bare, pulled by a force older than thought. The stone is warm beneath him.

My back met the tiled wall. Hunter stood in front of me, still fully dressed. His hair was already getting soaked, water running down his forehead and dripping from the ends. His white polo clung to his chest, becoming almost transparent beneath the spray. I stared at him. “What are you_” The words died as he stepped closer. And then neither of us moved. His gaze dropped briefly. Then returned to my face. Something changed in his expression. It wasn’t the usual mocking amusement. It was uncertainty. And want that mirrored mine. So much fucking want