Hunterxhunter Hunter Exam Novels & Stories

I should be worrying about that more for now. Matthew changed the tracks of his train of thought. With the exam taking place less than a week, he must prepare all he can for it. The exam to get an official Hunter license. Just thinking about it made Matthew’s heart pump and adrenaline rush through his body. ‘I’ll be prepared for you.’ Matthew said confidently in his heart. ….. The Hunter Association Main Headquarters, Omni Kingdom, Exams and Ranking Executive Office. Night time. Heller pinched her forehead as she stared at the applicant documents in her hand. Three stacks of the same document were present on her desk. Her mind was fuzzy after checking the thousands of documents of applicants

As we were led to the Beast Tamers' Examination Hall, the young man who introduced himself as Marion began to explain the things I needed to know about the 2-star examination. “A little reminder, Miss Stephanie. The 2-star examination is quite similar to the 1-star examination, only the former is much easier and could be said to be just a part of the 2-star examination. If you can remember clearly well, the 1-star examination had just a major challenge called ‘Knowledge in the Way of Savage Beasts’ with three sub-stages, which includes basic knowledge, beasts identification and, knowledge impartation.

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.

Dax says. "Doing what." "The thing where your whole body goes tight and you start radiating misery. I can feel it. It's very loud." He turns his head, and even in the dark I can see the gold of his eyes catch what little light there is. "What's eating you, Hunter?" "Besides the part where I'm freezing in a ditch far too close to a wolf?" "Yeah. Besides that." And I should say nothing. Nothing is the correct answer. Nothing has kept me alive for twenty-two years.

"I will not answer your curiosity. But, you have to look and find out the answer yourself. Because no matter what answer I give you, you will never believe it." "Yeah, Hunter!" Jonea exclaimed in a slightly raised tone. "You want to play puzzles with me? Just tell me whatever you know. I'll try to believe it." Hunter muttered and muttered incoherently after a long silence. "You want to copy the answers? The exam supervisor will find out later." "What? Invigilator?" Jonea was surprised by what Hunter said, and then she checked the young man and found that he was fast asleep. "You have a fever to the point of delirium? Aish! Damn it! So, you were just talking nonsense?"

I can do everything on foot, which makes things much easier for me. “Tomorrow, I'll provide you with a wallet, even if it's provisional.” Hunter is still sulking about it. He keeps his gaze fixed on the road ahead. “I need to do this for myself. Besides, I don't know if I'll have time to take the exams if I start working,” I say. “And you think I took tests?” I frown at him. He answers his own question. “Of course not. Alan talked with some people, and then I had a license from then on.”

I had heard his excuses and explanations before, but I still wasn’t buying it. Skeptically, as I hurriedly walk, chasing the light down a long-rounded passage, I ask “I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would risk your life for this quest.” “Believe it or not Hunter, I’m here. I didn’t do this for my own gain.” I scoff at his words. Everything Oliver did was for self-gain. “Scoff all you want; I may be rogue and hated Hunter, but those changelings will follow the Lycan witch without question and they are the best damn trackers I have ever come across. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, and I can’t refuse the plea of a little Skinwalker.”

The tone and the way he asked the question made me fear that the question wasn't a question, but more of an interrogation. “Uhm, well…I can't say that I am not one but I do try to…” I said confusedly, trying to pick up some words to scam Hunter into believing that I was a healer. I'm afraid something bad is going to happen once I reveal to him that I'm not a real healer. “I need you to answer correctly because that's the only reason why you aren't dead yet” Hunter stood with his arms folded and with a serious ‘don’t f**k with me’ face.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.