Hunterxhunter Ships Novels & Stories

he'd called it, though Jack suspected simple curiosity. "Visual contact," Marcus announced. Jack looked up and saw it. The scout ship was beautiful—a sleek vessel of silver and blue, organic curves suggesting it had been grown rather than built. But it was clearly damaged. Portions of its hull flickered with unstable energy, and a trail of debris marked its descent path. Behind it, still distant but closing fast, three dark shapes pursued. The Vanguard hunters. "Aria-7, this is Jack Miller," he broadcast on the Origin Heart's frequency. "We're here to help. Can you match our position?"

I said, and the chair creaked under the weight of my temper. “Then we use that.” He slid a dog-eared city map out from under the stack of takeout menus and flattened it with his palm. “Warehouse district has three hunter-friendly docks. One with municipal cover, two private. All of them camera-light if you don’t mind blind angles. We can’t use your phone—it’s compromised, and his burners are probably ghosted.” He looked at Sammi. “We use the shop.” “O’Rourke & Finch?” she said. “They’ll help.”

Price nodded. "Crewman, can you get me a visual on those contacts?" After flipping a few switches and button presses three ships emerged on the screen. "Commander, these ships appear to be a Havoc Class Merchant raider escorted by two Claymore Class Corvettes, followed by strike craft. Possibly Furies and Faustus interceptors. I advise prioritizing the Havoc first as it is better armed." "What are the weapons on those ships?" "The havoc has Plasma based weapons. Those can cause severe damage to an unshielded ship this size. The Claymores have a single railgun, similar to your calibre, and Point defence guns."

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.

Mario asked, excitement flickering across his face. ​"There is a second warehouse," Chloe said, her eyes narrowing. "It’s an old cold-storage facility in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, disguised as a defunct meat-packing plant. It’s registered under a shell company called 'Apex Logistics.' And here’s the kicker: the Sovereign isn't the only ship. There are two high-speed transport vessels—the Valkyrie and the Wraith—that are trailing forty miles behind the main ship. They move without transponders. They dock at a private pier three miles north of the main terminal, exactly one hour after the Sovereign hits the port."

“Tell her... I’m not done. The game has only just begun.” The man nodded. “And Hunter?” Shopia grinned, leaning forward. “Burn down his main shipping warehouse. Make him realize… as long as I’m alive, there will be no happiness for them.” Her fist clenched tightly. “I may be behind bars. But remember this—power is never imprisoned.” --- That afternoon, Hunter and Evalina were in a shareholders meeting when a loud boom was heard outside. Fire alarms blared from the direction of the port, where Jackson Corp’s main warehouse stood.

Lincoln narrowed his eyes at her but stepped back, gaining control of his wolf again. "Very well. Now, if I may ask, where the hell are we?" Lincoln muttered as he looked around at the thousands of shipping containers lined the yard. The faint sound of lifts sounded further down the dock. Two large shipping boats were docked to the harbour. "We are at the headquarters of the whole hunter's operation." Jade hissed before she started walking forward, already annoyed with our questions. I didn't hesitate to follow her, too, as she moved around across the grounds in complete silence. If I couldn't see her, I would have believed she wasn't even here at all. Lincoln not far behind as we moved thr

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

"I want you to reach outside the packs. Go to the dark web. Find the underground contractors. I want you to employ professional hunters." A heavy, uncomfortable silence dropped over the office. Hiring human hunters was a massive taboo. These were men who used silver bullets, wolfsbane gas, and high-tech tracking gear to capture and kill shifters. "Hunters?" Cross repeated, his voice thick with disbelief. "Alpha, those men are completely unpredictable. If they catch her, they might kill her just for sport."

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."