Hunterxhunter Deaths Novels & Stories

“MOM, I AM LEAVING! I WILL SEE YOU AFTER THE HUNTING PICK TONIGHT! LOVE YOU!” “BYE, HONEY. I LOVE YOU, TOO! DON’T DIE!,” she shouted back. I smiled at her parting order. ‘Don’t die.’ It had become a staple of our goodbyes ever since my father had died on his way home from work. He had been on the phone with my mother and the last words she heard him say were ‘but did you die’. He had been joking about his driving to his coworker who he gave rides to everyday since he had lived on the way. His coworker had then pulled a gun out and shot both of them. My father’s official cause of death was labeled as murder, but I had a sneaking suspicion it was a suicide. He had changed after he had been dia

the leader of the wolf hunters, a man named Alex, said to Rhino. “Really? Alright then," Rhino said, then brought out his gun from his waist and pointed it at the chained up man. He hesitated a bit before pulling the trigger and the bullet penetrated the man's skull, dropping him down, dead. “What type of sick game is this? You just made me kill a man for nothing," Rhino complained with a frown. “Exercise a little bit of patience, will you?" Alex said with a cheeky smile and some seconds later after that the man who was assumed dead rose up as the bullet fell from his head and his wound healed up in their very faces.

Yet, the bullet never reached its mark. Hunter lunged through the air, throwing his body forward as a human shield. The sickening thud of lead hitting flesh echoed through the hall. As Hunter hit the ground, blood began to bloom rapidly across his stomach, staining his shirt a deep crimson. Even as his strength began to fail, his aim remained true. He leveled his weapon and fired a single, deafening shot, catching Gino square in the forehead. Gino collapsed, dead before he hit the floor.

"What do you mean as of late? Has the pack members been dying?" Zillon nodded. "Every night there's an untraceable death...there are many men on patrol and even when there's blood we can't smell it...I really don't know why Xavier's doing this, or how...but I have to put a stop to it. I thought that now that he's imprisoned it'd stop, but the very night I locked him up, there were two deaths, one at the south border...somewhere near here and the other not far from the west."

My sense of right and wrong and who I was died the day my pack did. “You didn’t hear?” Hunter drawled, a genuinely wicked smile playing on his lips. He’s an absolute perv, or at least he’s playing it well - Aksala growled. He will be one of the most satisfying kills - I replied, looking down so no one could see I was talking to my wolf. I was almost surprised by Hunter’s reaction. I thought he would be at least a bit remorseful. They were always closer and seemed to leave Nolan out entirely sometimes.

At this point, he was already feeling extremely enraged and furious. He threw Hunter’s cell phone to the ground angrily, smashing it into pieces. After that, he ground his teeth and roared, “More than one thousand and five hundred men died just yesterday, and another one thousand men have died today? Is Zayne Carter really that useless?!” Hunter coughed twice, but he did not dare to answer.

He promised as he left. Their racous laughter echoed in his ears. * * * Nick got to his desk at the precinct and plopped himself into his chair. Two members of his pack, Camille and Eve had been found dead with their throats slit. The pack had concluded that it was the lycanthrope hunter that was behind the murders and had hounded Nick to act. Nick felt guilty about their death because both girls had been teenagers. They had been murdered on their way back from school.

Chapter 5 “I am Saint and I'm here to hunt you down, but then because I am sure that you can't get off to that body. Death ministry assigns you to be a living reaper, no buts or anything you suicidal. You want your death, right? So then, accept our offer. For you to die peacefully, Mary Sean Ivanovich. Did I answer your question?” With what he said, I gradually loosened my grip on the bedsheet until I finally let go.

He didn’t have to ask the questions I knew he wanted to, I could feel them burning in his mind. “No, I don’t love him, but I definitely care about him. I don't think you realize that I spent a lot of my years Hunting with Xavier… He and I spent a lot of time together. I’m sorry if that hurts you to hear, Damien… You know I feel guilty for it, and I’m always going to. But you know had the situation been different it never would have happened… And as much as I want to feed right now, I can’t do that to him.” I said. “Snow?” Xavier said. I turned and looked at him. “Just do it. It’s ok. Honestly, I owe you anyway… I did kill you…” He said.

“You devil! You damn bastards don't deserve to live." Ezra ignored Mila's screams and just walked away leaving the tv room. He was cursing all the way to the garage. And he met Felix who had just watered the flowers in the yard. "What's wrong with her? I heard screams.” “Hunter is dead. His car exploded on Interstate-90 last night." Felix frowned deeply. "You did it?"