Hunter X Hunter Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

“It's time for you to get rid of people who put the family in danger. Or rather, me in danger.” Confusion settled in Hunter's eyes as he tried to understand whom Zora was referring to. “Who is putting you in danger?” he questioned. “Fierce and the triplets, Hunter. They represent a threat. You need to make a decision,” said Zora, pointing at me. Her eyes gleamed with malice as she smiled at Hunter. Hunter released Zora and began walking toward me. His eyes, now under the influence of rue, lost the gleam that once revealed his understanding. Zora watched, satisfied, as I prepared to face the majestic gray wolf Hunter would transform into.

Thirteen was when vampires got access to the abilities and gifts if they had one, just like how we got our wolves. Zion, being a Precoza by birth, gained access to his on his ninth birthday. He was still getting the hang of them, but he was excited. He had the same Precoza abilities that Imeela had. He was also able to cast and could emit electricity from his body. Hecate had made an appearance when Zion was born and blessed him, stating that he would have an important destiny and would hold great power inside of himself. “I promise,” he whispered back to me, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Dad, I’m curious about something. Did it ever bother you that Mom wasn’t a shifter?”

"That was almost eighteen years ago. I didn't know either of them, so it was like losing something I never even had in the first place." "You're not eighteen yet. When's your birthday?" "December twenty-first. When is yours?" Emily was surprised Zach wanted to carry on a conversation with her. He seemed much different now than he did the first few days at school. "Oh, so you're a winter solstice baby." That was interesting to know. Usually, those who may have some sort of connection with the world of wolves were born under the time of the summer or winter solstice, but in most instances, it’s the summer.

"Look at the precision. This wasn't a blade. This was... was… burnt into him. The flesh is vitrified." I leaned forward, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I shifted my angle behind the fern, squinting through the uneven torchlight to see what the Sentinel was pointing at. The breath caught in my throat. My vision blurred, a sudden wave of vertigo nearly dropping me to my knees. Carved deep into the center of Master Harrison’s pale, bloodless chest was a symbol. A perfect, clean crescent moon, split down the center by a jagged vertical spike, its base surrounded by three concentric, broken rings.

He was an expert in both cold weapons and firearms. Scorpio, the eighth Zodiac, was an outstanding assassination expert. He blended into the dark, and people could not easily spot him. He also did not always show up. He was usually very low-key, but if he acted, he would definitely kill someone. He would not be sent out on a mission unless it was the last resort. Sagittarius, the ninth Zodiac, was an expert in long-range shooting. He was extremely skillful in manipulating a sniper rifle as well as bow and arrow, and he could kill enemies that were one hundred steps away.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

' 'It's either you do it now or you won't have the balls to do it later. Zander thought about what Gidian said. But how do he begin? 'Hey Hazel, I'm a werewolf with telekinetic powers, and oh, you're my mate, but dark witches and rogues are out to get us because we're apart of a prophecy they are trying to prevent from coming through'. Oh, dear Moon Goddess, even I think I sounded like a crazy person. "Zander are you alright?" Hazel grabbed his face with both hands so that she could look him in the eyes.

His fingers flew across magical communication devices, comparing data points and tracking potential hunter movements. “The hunters are collecting Supernatural energies systematically,” Aiden continued, pulling up holographic maps that showed supernatural territories like complex chess pieces. “Your blood Aria is their primary objective. They believe your unique five-aspect could be the key to their ultimate ritual.” A vision hit me suddenly. Fragments of supernatural conflict crashed through my mind like violent waves. Crystal weapons. Harvested energy swirling in dark, malevolent patterns. I gasped, gripping Zane's arm for support, my five aspects suddenly alert and defensive.

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.