Hunterxhunter Nails Novels & Stories

After a brutal exchange, the man lay sprawled on the ground, defeated. Hunter’s gaze shifted to a nearby table, where he spotted a nail gun. He grabbed it and turned back to the man. “What are you gonna do?” the man stammered as Hunter aimed the nail gun at him. “The problem isn’t your brain. It’s this,” Hunter said coldly, firing the nail gun at the man’s most sensitive area. The man screamed in agony, his cries echoing through the studio. Hunter tossed the nail gun aside and punched the man repeatedly.

The overhead light in the bathroom detonates in my skull, but I shove the switch anyway. For a second, all I see is pain—my own face blurred, white, drenched in sweat, lips parted around another gasp. Then, the details slam into focus. My nails. They’re longer. Not full claws, but not human. The tips are thicker, curved slightly, pale but edged in darker keratin, like something half‑grown. I stare, chest heaving, then jerk my hand back like it belongs to someone else. My gums ache. My teeth throb.

Yet something about the thought set me on fire as his breath fanned my throbbing dick. And his mouth taking my cock's head into his mouth didn't help me in any way. If anything, it disoriented me. My hand on his shoulders tightened, my nails digging right into the flesh of his back. “Arghh,” I groaned as his lips hollowed out around me—tight, wet, stimulating. He would drive me mad. Soon. My nails buried themselves deeper, and I was sure by now it had drawn blood. I guessed he liked that—the feel of my nails burying itself into his flesh—because he repeated the action, slowly, deliberately.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

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.

I wasn't sorry, but I couldn't afford to tick Richard off. "No… Hunter. He's here." Ice shot straight to my veins. I turned my head so fast it was like I had whiplash. Of course. Hunter stood all elegant in a mean shirt, sleeveless. Knife rings. And those fucking hot tattoos and piercings that almost made me salivate. Well, shit. I was drooling already.

Just as l turned to walk out of the green house, she all of the sudden stood up again then her nails elongated. “You know that’s cheating”, l rolled my eyes as l stared at her long curved nails. “Just recalled that l told you everything about the hunters, there is no way am going to let you walk of this green house”, She was serious this time and when I turned, my heart rate immediately increased.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I stopped in the middle of the room where they had chained him. “He is a tough guy, Alexander. You will need your special techniques to get the answers.” Hunter remarked nonchalantly. I could see that Hunter had already beaten too much. Not a single bone in his body was intact by now. The blood had tried all over his body, and his face was now swollen like a balloon ready to burst at any time. They had already plucked his nails out of all the fingers. The chain was of silver, and they had poured wolfsbane all over his body.