Hunterxhunter Deaths Novels & Stories

Incinerated by dragon fire. 7:06 AM - Third death. Fae warrior (designation F-07). Beheaded by vampire hunter. The count rises. Fast. Brutal. By 7:15 AM, I've recorded twenty-three wolf deaths. Fifteen vampire hunters. Three fae warriors. Forty-one dead in eleven minutes. This isn't battle. It's massacre. Both sides bleeding out. I document everything. Who killed whom. How they died. Where they fell. Someone needs to remember. When this is over, when survivors tell stories, they'll forget details. Misremember. Create myths.

Hunter laughed, without any humor, just disdain “I've been holding on to this shit for too long. Maybe you don't know this, but I was just a 19-year-old kid when my parents died. And, like everything in Calibur at that time, to even put them in a coffin a lie had to be invented." "Felicity was becoming too insistent, delusional that my father would one day kick me and my mother out of the pack to make her his new Luna and Jennifer his heir. So when he realized he could no longer control her, Owen had no qualms about killing her.” Hunter admitted, feeling strangely light at finally being able to tell Corinne that, as if it was only right for her to know that part of his story “I don't know wh

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

The whole crowd was still silent after witnessing Weston’s death but Flavius’ mental laughter didn’t stop until Hunter let out an ear-splitting howl of anguish as he picked the metal claw and sent it flying straight to where Flavius was sitting. I felt like my throat tightened and dried when I watched how the same weapon that killed Weston pierced through Flavius’ chest and killed the old man in an instant, stopping him from laughing until he fell on his chair and went all silent and dead. But Hunter’s anger never stopped there because he still attacked the two giant fighters in front of him and killed them one by one by ripping their body parts to pieces.

“So perhaps you should stay away from my future wife. A friendly advice.” Calvin stepped back, his body trembling. “Y-you wouldn't dare,” he stuttered. “My family—” “Means shit,” Hunter finished as his lips twisted into a devilish smile. Then his hand returned to my waist but his eyes remained on the pale bastard before us. “I know about the little stunt you pulled off at your wedding,” Hunter went on. Calvin took another step back. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Hunter's smile faded. “The bastard who touched her is already dead. What do you think I'll do with his accomplice?”

The gun followed. The councilman stood near the back door. Tyler was lodged just in the open doorway, flat on his back, his entire body boneless and lax. Was he passed out? Had Primpton hit him on the head? Drugged him? Not two feet away, Hunter lay on the floor, blood pooling under a bullet wound in his shoulder. The red puddle seeped across the floor, spreading across the blue T-shirt that stretched across his wide chest. Fear gripped her throat, choked her. Dear God, she’d always known Primpton was whacked, but a murderer? He’d truly come here to kill, and she was at the top of his hit list.

His blood shot eye rolls to the back of his head, his body dropping to the wooden floor with a thud revealing a mud drenched figure behind him. No..this can't be real. "I killed you." His head ache, his skin itching like thousands of infected worms were crawling all over him. "I killed you with my own fucking hands." He hand drived a hunters knife deep into his chest some days ago. Watched as his pupils dilates and the life slip out of his body. He should be dead. No he is dead. The table let out a clang, his body pressing against the hard metal as his eyes stare at the blood dripping organ clenched around the supposedly dead person's fingers.

He laughed. You can’t kill me, I’m already angry, go away before I hurt you all, he shouted But as they chanted, magical chains formed on his wrists and his neck. Lucas walked to him with a knife. Where is my mom’s body? Lucas asked Hunter laughed sad. Does it matter? She’s dead. I don’t know where the baby is, someone took him. Lucas plunged the knife into his heart, he won’t die just sleep for now, a long sleep.

Kael tapped the screen, and the headline lit up instantly, bold and chilling: **"MYSTERIOUS DEATHS CONTINUE AMID ICE CIRCUIT: THIRD PLAYER FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE ARENA" I took a step closer, reading over his shoulder. The article described how, over the last four days, three players from different teams had been found dead in almoo similar conditions, no visible wounds, just collapsed in alleyways or locker rooms. And all within hours of finishing a game or training session.

"According to the police reports I've been able to access, yes. He'd kill the Alpha first, usually in a way that suggested the mate was in danger. Then he'd disappear for a few days while the mate dealt with the guilt and grief. By the time their bodies were found, he was already hunting his next target." "Jesus," Marcus breathed. "And the authorities haven't connected the deaths?" "How could they? The attacks are spread across multiple states, different jurisdictions. Without knowledge of supernatural politics, it just looks like a series of unrelated crimes." James was quiet for a moment. "But there's something else. Something the rogue said before I shot him that's been bothering me." "Wh