Hunterxhunter Hunter Exam Novels & Stories

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

“Getting sponsored in the academy with a free dorm is not something to be taken lightly of. Nowadays, we want hunters with high skills and a positive mindset as their special talents. Of course, we won’t be forcing anyone to continue with the test if you feel like they are not up for the challenge. If you wish to withdraw, you may raise your hand and let us know right now.” We all waited for a good minute, looking at each other to see if anyone would forfeit in the first round. I was surprised when no one seemed to raise their hand, even though the situation could be proven to be dangerous. “Since no one wants to give up their spot, we will start the program as planned.” The host says after

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

Jesu and his sons sat by them, constantly asking questions. "How do you know who to pick when looking for an apprentice? How many Hunters are there? How long is the apprenticeship? How do people know your a Hunter? What kind of work do you do?" The brother took turns asking questions, but they never really received an answer to any of them. Jesu just observed, watching the leader of the party. He had to be someone of importance among the Hunters, because the others kept answering for him, or taking the plates the women would bring for him. But where he could not exactly place.

Each small token felt like a small verdict handed down on someone’s life. I thought about the hunters, about the way they moved like a religion, how they had lists and codes and a taste for ritual. They were a force that cut in both directions. To control them would mean to get my hands into a machinery I was not sure I wanted to understand. But controlling the hunters meant fewer surprises. It meant I could direct the violence in a way that kept Aurelia a step away from fire.

"But the teachers would have taken longer and it was already — it was already there. The thing. It was already happening and I was already there and it was just — I was the right person." "You were the right person," I confirmed. She nodded, satisfied. A thing correctly identified and correctly handled. I drove them home and called Knox from the car, giving him the summary while Luna sat in the back with Gerald and watched the city go by with the contained attention she brought to all things, and Hunter asked three specific questions about the mechanism of anxiety episodes in young wolves that suggested he'd been researching something I hadn't known he was researching. "I looked it up after

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.