Hunterxhunter Nails Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

ARIA Whispers echo through the wall, every eye in the hall solely focused on me. I can hear the voices questioning my identity. “Reveal your claws, Hailey Randle.” His voice deepens in command. Tension rises in the air, stirring horror. “Claws, Hailey Randle.” He narrows his eyes, glowing in a devilish gaze. Inhaling a breath, I look into his eyes before gazing at my fingers. Following the direction of my sight, he shifts his feral gaze to my plain, transparent nails.

He took off his shirt revealing the body of an athlete, the tan and wide torso, toned arms, and hard and defined abs, with that V entrance that invites you to lick every one of this delicious abs packs. Hunter opened his pants and took them off quickly with his underwear, and I couldn’t breathe. Oh my God!!! It won’t fit… There’s no way my sex could dilate and take in a member with that span, I look at this glans and I see sparkling in the shadow of the night the slivery of his piercing, a Prince Albert shinning and equally ostentatious. Hunter seems to notice my worry and holds my hand so I could lie on bed, making me calm while he hovers my body with his.

He gestured awkwardly to the nail kit. Evelyn stared at him, stunned. Hunter, the man who used to find personal grooming a tedious necessity, was offering to paint her nails? The thought was so absurd, so utterly unlike him, that a small, genuine smile almost escaped her lips. Yet, the underlying tenderness in his request was undeniable. "You?" she asked, a faint amusement in her voice, but laced with disbelief. He nodded, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "I… I watched a few tutorials. It can't be that hard, right?" He offered a self-deprecating shrug.

#mercuryis_fake : "What the fuck is this monstrosity? " bleach_myballs : "Is this guy on steroids or something… whatever he is on I want a hit!" @tycoon_sister_9 : "Seriously! Who is this guy? The face is not as clear in the 3d panoramic " @dog_food_cicada__ : "Fucking shit!! I remember this… this is a clip from the recent collaborative hunt that happened last week. I joined the hunt as a temporary inclusive member for the white clan… I knew somebody would upload this?"

I didn’t have to crawl far because I was close enough to touch the hunter holding the sword. My body had shifted back due to the amount of damage I took, but I was still able to force my nails to harden due to my extreme rage. I grabbed the leg of the hunter holding the sword and my nails, no claws, dug into his flesh. There was a loud bang as the hunter screamed. I handled him downwards with as much force as I could muster. I may have been extremely weak, but I fancied that I was still strong enough to pull down a human.

Seth shakes his head, "I'm sure that other bounty hunters could do the same." "Wait... I know you two..." Hunter raises her voice, looking to Seth, "You're the Black Fox and you, Nixon right?" Nixon nods. "The Black Fox and the Jackal... I can't believe my luck was that shit." Hunter clicks her tongue before attempting to roll herself over, failing to do so in the process.

I stepped around the wall, my eyes following him in shock. He reached our attackers before any of them could pull a trigger, taking them down easily. His combat skills were exceptional—swift, precise, and brutally efficient—I couldn’t help but be impressed. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d ever seen. However, watching him in the darkness and the dim lights, something seemed strange about him. I noticed something odd the longer I watched: Hunter’s fingernails were unusually long, his hands didn’t look entirely human, and somehow he looked...almost like an animal.

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.

My nails dug into my palms. I was already fraying at the edges when I saw him. Hunter. He was leaning against the benches, talking like he ran the place. A few of the newer guys hovered around him, hanging off his every word like he was some kind of prophet. He’d always been loud, arrogant, and a little too slick for his own good, but lately, he’d been pushing harder. Testing boundaries. Testing me. I kept my head down and moved toward the equipment bins. But of course he saw me.