Hunterxhunter Manga Novels & Stories

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

he whispered, the name carrying a depth of pain that shook Shama to her core. Shama’s eyes widened as the pieces fell into place. *Naina... Rehan...* The faces, the names—everything matched the characters from *Mystical World of Mythical Creatures*, the comic she had been reading. But how? How was this happening? A cold shiver ran down her spine. *Am I inside the comic? Is that even possible?* The thought was absurd, but the truth stared back at her with the red-eyed prince cradling Naina, just as described in the story.

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

The Hunter shrieked, its humanoid form flickering, core unstable, energy surging unpredictably. We pressed forward, every strike coordinated, every movement a dance of survival and fury. My wolf surged, claws ripping, teeth sinking, energy spiraling outward in a living weapon. The Hunter’s core pulsed violently, splitting into multiple fragments, each one more powerful than before. It’s adapting faster than we can fight! Azrael shouted. We focused on the largest fragment, the core. Energy surged, claws striking, bond flaring. Each hit caused sparks to erupt, sending debris flying. The forest trembled under the sheer force.

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"Thank you for bringing this to me, Lady Amara," Hunter tearfully thanked me after pulling the map from the metallic box. "Uhmm, I'm glad to see you happy," I said while scratching my head. Did I do anything heroic? "This is the beginning," Hunter's radiant mood shows how delighted he is right at this moment. "Once you get the dagger and kill the beast. You'll be able to get the water that can cure me, and I will be able to go back to our world."

Hunter has transitioned into a wicked wolf but is still laying down on the ground. "Shit. Hurry." Axel says and rushes to the cage and opens the door. Dr. Spine enters the cage and quickly puts the collar around Hunter's neck. Hunter lets out another growl. The collar just barely fits around his neck. "Shit, shit, shit, shit." Dr. says while trying to chain the collar to the chains on the wall in the cage. *Click* the chain clicks into the ring on the collar. In the meantime, Hunter has stood up and is now face to face with Dr. Spine. Dr. spine is stuck in the corner and my heart is pounding in my chest. Hunter walks closer to him while showing his teeth and snapping at him.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t