Hunter X Reader Novels & Stories

I squinted my eyes open and looked at the ceiling. “Why did you wake me?” I asked the dummy. “Because you are teasing the readers.” Hunter replied, looking so relaxed like he had just not interrupted my wet dream with my mate. He crossed his legs over the other and gave me a smile that did not reach his face. “You can’t be the only one enjoying the view of our mate.” He said and I rolled my eyes. “What view is that?” I hissed. “The one that has you precumming in your pants just now.” He twisted his lips. Sometimes I wonder if we were really merged together. Wolf.

The cat dropped the letter at her side and took his place on her lap. "Go on and read it, dear." Dante said encouragingly. She hesitated for a moment longer before taking up the letter and opened it. "We can't do this..." Jax started to complain behind her when Dante hissed at him, baring his fangs slightly. When the Hunter fell silent, he retreated his fangs and nodded for her to continue. Her hands trembled as she unfolded it and inhaled a shakey breath the moment she recognized Janice's handwriting. My dearest Willow,

Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) ~~~ Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning.

He can detect creatures’ presence around him, but he has no way to follow their tracks. He felt powerless and was lost. He did not know what to do. Then he remembered the book on his hand. He quickly rifled through it, looking for something to help him. That was when a spell caught his eye. A spell to enhance the user’s senses, in exchange of blood. He read through the spell’s instruction, and without a second thought, he bit hard on his wrist, letting a gush of blood flow out. He formed a circle on the ground and a runic symbol with his blood, then chanted the spell.

Sometime later, I jerk awake. It’s still dark outside, but a small, dim light emanates from the other bed. Huxley is lying there, the duvet pulled up to his waist, bare-chested, one arm tucked under his head, reading on his Kindle. I hadn’t heard him come in. How long has he been there? I can’t hear any music, so the party has obviously come to an end. For a while, I don’t move, afraid of breaking the spell. I let my gaze linger on him, on his muscular arms, and his handsome face, lit by the Kindle. An ache begins, deep in my heart. Why does everything have to be so complicated?

I picked up a stick and poked at the fire, causing the flames to jump up. “Finally, you are alone.” I heard Prince Dagon say, before going quiet, “Still not going to talk, huh? You really are a stubborn bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I thought back. “Remains to be said, do you think I could really control anyone with just one bite?” He laughed. “For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.”

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let