Hunterxhunter Wing Novels & Stories

​The guest wing was no longer a sanctuary of silence; it was a kill zone, a narrow marble corridor transformed into a theater of visceral retribution. The air was thick and heavy, saturated with the acrid, metallic tang of spent gunpowder and the sharp ozone of the flickering red alarm lights that pulsed like a dying sun. Silas had vanished into the shadows of the corridor with the cowardice of a man who only knows how to lead from behind a wall of human shields, leaving his high-priced mercenaries to do the bleeding and the dying for him. But those men didn't realize they weren't just fighting a vengeful girl and a confused amnesiac—they were fighting the Beast and the Huntress, two souls f

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Comfort. “How did this happen and why did you not let us know?” he brushes my hair down with his hand and we sit in silence until my cries turn into a hoarse voice. “I didn't want to alarm anyone and Axel put him there.” Hunter pulls back, an angry expression sweeping over his face, “Axel went rogue two months ago telling everyone how the wolves have a witch on their side. Telling them that you are not human.” I gasp, getting up and making my way towards the window, “He is not wrong Hunt. I am not human but I'm not a werewolf either.”

Although Philip could not use his chimera wings to travel through space without restraints at his current level, it was enough to catch up with the seven-star winged man. Philip disappeared on the spot and reappeared in front of the winged man. The winged man exclaimed, “Y-You actually have…” Before he could finish speaking, Philip threw out his chimera fist. The winged man was instantly torn apart, dead as a doornail. Philip went back in the direction he came from to the aircraft left by the winged people. After checking the surroundings, he flew up and entered the aircraft. Philip held the control system of the aircraft with one hand and said in a low voice, “Hack the system.”

They were enemies from birth but he was ready to put that aside. Hunter didn’t know how to feel about what Damian just said but if he will go to this school, he will be going there because he was fascinated by the wolves. “Ok”. That was all Hunter was able to utter. Dustin stretched out his hands to Hunter, he hesitantly grabbed them. White light flooded the room that it made Hunter squint his eyes to adjust to bright light, out of those lights were magnificent pair of white wings. They were whiter than snow. “You have wings”. Hunter said in awe.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

Perfect. We both pause to breathe together. I withdraw my cock to the cap and then hold his waist as I ram in again, harder. He yelped underneath me. I repeat the motion, moving carefully into him this time while taking my sweet time to stretch his hole with patience. "So good," I moaned. The sight of his ass hole swallowing my cock turned me on more than the sweet feeling of his cocoon wrapped around my length. He tried to hide his moans in the mattress and I stopped moving instantly.

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.