Hunterxhunter Ships Novels & Stories

Ezra tried to scan every corner of the harbor, looking for Hunters who should be hiding around here. Ezra stepped out of his car. He contacted his men to ask for Hunter's current position. He had already told the chief that Hunter would flee overseas. Now the chief is sending his men here to ambush Hunter. "Where's Hunter?" “He will be going overseas on the Angel Wings ship. The captain of the ship is a mercenary man who is very easy to bribe. As soon as Hunter handed him a pile of money, he immediately invited Hunter to enter his ship. “Ok. I've seen it. The ship is loading cargo for various countries as far as Seattle.”

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

It was the Red-Queen’s nightmare all over again, just wrapped in a different corporate logo. "I couldn't stand there and watch them do it," Reyes said, her voice cracking for the first time. "I loaded as many as I could into Convoy Seven and stole the Crawler. We’ve been running for three weeks. The Origin-Beasts out there were drawn to the kids' energy signatures... but the Founders' hunters are the ones who crippled our treads yesterday." "They're tracking you," Dax realized, his head snapping toward the open ramp. "They have Sun-Hounds," Reyes confirmed. "Hover-bikes, plasma lances, and orbital tracking. They aren't far behind us."

I went into the cave, climbed into the sleeping bag and hugged my knees to my chest. “Hunter, are you there?” I tried linking him again. Waiting, chewing on my fingernails. Was he alone out there? He still didn’t answer me. *** HUNTER I fell into the darkness, shapeshifting in midair. Blaze landed paws first on a ledge with a grunt, his fangs clashing together. “Holy fuck! That was close.” I blew out a breath I was holding. “You should be more careful. You could have gotten us killed, Hunter.” Blaze shook his mighty head to rid himself of the pain.

The gold ink on the back of the photo shimmered in the morning light. The Board remains. My heart sank into my stomach. I looked at the horizon, and my blood turned to ice. Six white ships were cutting through the waves toward our small cove. They weren't coming to rescue us. They were coming to collect what was left of the Williams bloodline. "Bryan! Grandpa! They’re here!" I shouted, my voice cracking. Bryan stumbled out of the small cabin, his face pale but his eyes sharp. He saw the ships and immediately reached for his belt. He didn't have his service pistol anymore, just a rusted kitchen knife he had sharpened against a stone.

In addition, she borrowed some power from Ancestral Bodhi Tree and gained some profit from the holy energy in Alex’s golden lake so that she could simultaneously fire all the eighteen law-powered cannons on the starship. Putting on Hound’s appearance, Alex glanced at the original owner and complained, “Your name sounds really weird. A hound.. a warthog, as well as a dragon. Does your family run a zoo?” Shelly said, “You don’t have to care about what his family runs. The people over there are powerful, and you have too few allies. You won’t be able to withstand it. We have to come up with something big to destroy at least half in one go before we might win the fight.”

“That’s not possible.” Fear slid through the ship immediately. Gabriel followed his stare. Then his expression darkened too. Far across the ocean lights were appearing through the storm. Dozens of ships. Black ships. Covered in silver moon symbols. Hunters. An entire fleet of them. And standing at the front of the largest ship was a woman wearing a silver crown.

The tree line ended abruptly, revealing the "Gap of Sorrows"—a narrow, wind-blasted pass that served as the only gateway into the Shadow Peaks. Hovering like three obsidian wasps at the mouth of the pass were the gunships. Their searchlights cut through the thinning snow, painting the white landscape with predatory circles of amber light. "They have a lock," Leo muttered, his thumb hovering over the harpoon’s manual igniter. "The moment we break cover, they’ll turn this hauler into a funeral pyre."

Of “shadow networks undermining stability.” Malcolm wasn’t attacking the thread. He was attacking its credibility. Then came the hunters. Not singular. Not surgical. Three deployments within twelve hours. São Paulo. Warsaw. Osaka. Each hunter targeted a carrier who had publicly resisted Bastion alignment. Each one left devastation in its wake. Buildings fractured. Infrastructure warped. Casualties rising. The predators weren’t there to kill carriers. They were there to make their survival cost too much. Riven watched footage from São Paulo in silence.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.