Hunterxhunter Wing Novels & Stories

Like I wasn’t going to get him a birthday present. He unwrapped it slowly, and was shocked when he saw the leather wrist cuffs. I saved for four months to have Colleen spell them to expand when he shifts. I had a pack member carve an image of Ansel into one and Callie in the other. It was also the first night that we’ve done anything more than just kiss. It wasn’t much more, but my hunter gift had gotten stronger, more easy to use. And it’s always easier to use with Jax.

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

He had dark hair that fell over his forehead, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Hunter. Every wolf knew who Hunter was. He was a Beta, technically, but he had been exiled from the Silver Moon pack years ago for nearly killing an Alpha who disrespected his brother. He was dangerous. He was lethal. And he was currently living in the Shadowlands, a place decent wolves didn't go. But that wasn't what stopped my heart. It was what he was doing. On his laptop screen, the video was playing. My video. The one from the ballroom. The humiliating footage of me touching myself, followed by the even more humiliating footage of Jaxson rejecting me.

I should have run. She laughs, short and hard. “Oh, the look on your face! You all assume the same thing. No wings, but enough like the dragons to make us illusionists. The qualifications for becoming one of those monster’s soldiers, a hunter. That was the first word that popped into your head, wasn’t it?” She takes a step forward and my wings quiver with the urge to jump back. But hunters have ways to keep those with wings grounded. “Well, you’d be half right.” Her grin grows. “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice a pathetic squeak. “Half right?”

A hired assassin. Again. The attacker fired a specialized bolt meant for dragon hide barbed, poisoned. Avi twisted, the bolt grazing her side but she didn’t stop. She rammed the shooter midair. They tumbled in freefall. He slashed at her with a serrated blade, barely missing her throat. Avi kicked off his chest and let herself fall backward into a controlled drop. Below them the Wing Corp scrambled shields flared alarms blared. Avi hovered, wings trembling, waiting for him to come to her. He didn’t. He tried to flee.

someone is said to have shouted angrily The wings are unbreakable, but the feathers are so fragile inevitability Like honey in a smooth, flawless stone cup The thick liquid is so sweet, but it can hurt your throat Imagine someone sipping and then realizing that is fake taste Turn bitter, and then become poison It is said that someone lost a pair of wings His control was shattered into pieces like glass which fell on a rock It is said that someone fell and turned into a fragile spider thread They are honey that become irreplaceable poisons, like evil and mastering evil One day someone gave up, he stood in the middle of absolute loneliness The blazing beam above the crown almost burned him ali

Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute. There were bodies of wolves in fur and skin alike littering the ground and blood seeping from wounds she prayed were mostly superficial, but more so were human bodies belonging to hunters with claw and bite marks marring their fairer skin. Star kept herself low from bullets whizzing around her as she ran into the main battle. Screams of pain and anger were drowned out around me despite the volume, all she cared for was finding Stone. Maximus’ large form crashed

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we

Damn that dragon mage and damn my ignorance. He is too smart for me to even manipulate. If I won’t take her back, the Underworld’s most notorious hunters and mercenaries will surely come for her, but that Zephyr, he does not care a bit. I call him Zephyr; he is the wind mage, after all. Even though I have nothing to do with her, but damn, I hate this wandering mind of mine. If I can’t get a good talk with him, I will take a bet on her.