Hunterxhunter Hunter Exam Novels & Stories

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

"I do not bring any." "How could you not bring any books? How are you going to study now?!" I was nearly losing it. He looked too calm for someone who was going for three subjects. Hunter raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck. "I do not have any books." I looked at him as if he just boggart-ed right in front of me. "Then how did you study for your quiz or exams?" He merely shrugged. "I borrowed Tyler's."

“I don’t have to trust you in order to work with you” “See, that’s where you are wrong” he sets the box down in front of her. He bends over opening the box and brings out a short coat with H which is Hunter’s initials inscribed on its back. He hands it to her “I should wear this when I’m out on missions?” “Yes, you do. You must always provide proof of death before you claim your reward. Hunters take 50% of your money after each mission. Hunters don’t care about the injuries you sustain during a mission, tend to them yourself. That’s all you need to know”

All because I wanted to see Allie before I faced everything…. “You thought you were slick.” The mocking voice of Hunter pierces its way into my fading consciousness. I hear the blunt sound of bending metal as he peeks into the crash. His face looms above mine, shameless and leering. “I’ll have the results of the autopsy, thank you very much,” he murmurs, looking around my car. When he doesn’t see it, he tilts his head. “You must have hidden it well. I can’t find it under all this rubble, but I can still get rid of it. It might just be painful for you.”

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

We all scrambled into our usual orderly rows, straightening our postures as his gaze swept across our lines. "Listen up!" Hunter shouted, his booming voice echoing off the surrounding pine trees. "After today's training session, I will give you the summary details of the competitive tests that you will all engage in. The full, extensive details can be found pasted on the board where your daily schedules are located."