Hunterxhunter Nails Novels & Stories

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

A painting of black rose in white canvas, which hanged in the wall opposite to the bed, and a dark wood night stand is the only contrast in the room. He wanted to sit somewhere. Everything hurts, his head, legs, wrist. Everything. He moved towards the small sofa. Before Neal can sit down, the door opened. Neal's eyes widened as he saw the person who entered. Hunter closed the door and leaned against it, looking at Neal. He put his hands in his pocket. His eyes lingered on the bruised wrist of Neal before going back to his face. Neal took in Hunter's appearance which now different from before. He can see the tattoos on his fore arms and chest. Neal blushed when he realized he was checking out

I tsk, “Way too early to get my hand's bloody. However, I will suggest you shut the fuck up if you're not going to give helpful or sensible answers, if not, I will be tempted to get my hand's dirty with your blood.” I pout, “And these are a new set.” my face furrows, my hand displaying my nails, I like this set, the artist was precise and clean with it.

I don't understand his question. "Silver?" "Yes!" A nurse brings the plank and shows it to me. I took it and stares at it with a frown.. aren't these just nails? I wonder. "These nails are coated in silver and they buried so deep in the alpha's back.. if was an average wolf, he'd be dead by now!" I gasp. "Dead?! Does that mean Xander's gonna die?!" We're not married yet and I'm already gonna be a window? "Luna, I said if it's an average wolf he'd be dead.. but the alpha prince is far more stronger, these tiny pieces of nails coated in silver won't affect him!"

My Swift. Off white wolf with a hint of golden. He is so beautiful. Perfectly my match. Standing by his side, he is just my height but a bit slim. I am deep blue and he is offwhite-golden. The sun rays shining on his fur creating a hollow on him. I am just mesmerized. He came to me trotting on his feet and I can see he is happy. There is a hint of mischievousness in his golden eyes. And before I could proceed, he licked my face. A deep wet lick. And ran away.

Candice handed her the glass of water. Nina stood up and grabbed the glass while complaining to Alex. Nina did her nails, and she had put diamonds and sequins on her nails. When she was taking the glass of water, the sequin on her nails seemed to have been raised, and it sliced on the tip of Candice’s fingers, leaving a cut.

Our joined bodies make all sorts of wet slapping noises as I pound your pussy. Hunter- I dig my finger into your dripping ass hole. Rub your clit. Before you can come, I grab your hips and flip you around. Because you’re still wearing handcuffs, your arms hurt from being strained so much. But I don’t care. I strain them further. I twist your hips at an angle that makes you scream. Your screams permeate the air as I fuck you. Hunter- Because it’s not enough, I pull out the hot candle wax. Tell me shortcake, have you ever been burned with wax before?

I find myself smiling and notice that my cheek is already slightly pink as usual. “Good morning.” Hunter drags the door open and closes it again, giving me a huge fright. “It's just me, all right.” He hands me a pair of pink, fluffy slipper and goes to the tub on the left. “What if I was naked?” I ask him. I slip on the comfortable slippers. He looks at me with a smirk. “You suck.” I put my brush back in its compartment. “How come?” He shrugs as if it's not his fault. “As if I’ve never seen you naked before.” He finishes brushing his own hair.2S

"The sensors are silent for now, but the Council’s logic remains active." I ignored the wet warmth spreading down my back. I hobbled toward the body of the first Hunter, my right knee groaning in its cedar splint. I knelt—a jagged, uncoordinated motion—and used my stone hand as a crowbar, jamming quartz fingers into the seam of the Hunter’s chest plate. The carbon-fiber shattered like dry kindling. I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin.

Reuben and Persia protected Riley and Leah from the fire. The hunter serial killer punched me in the jaw as Persia removed the nail from Riley's flesh and Reuben crushed Leah's cross carrying her in his arms. I spat blood as the hunter punched me in the nose continuously "Die you f*cking dog." he snarled as he stabbed me with a rare form of silver that delayed werewolf healing, right in the gut. It was a fatal silver.