Hunterxhunter Zodiac Signs Novels & Stories

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.

Very confused and a bit concerned she had lost her mind I continued questioning her, “What do you mean your a hybrid? How can you be? My dad was a Hunter and Hunters are human. It doesn’t make any sense!” Elly explained, “Think about it. Yes Hunter’s are generally considered human but that isn’t really the case. They are stronger, more agile and faster than humans. They attribute this to their training but in reality it is their every blood that allows it.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “Because inner beasts are intrinsically born knowing who and what they are. The Moon Goddess herself bestows this information to us.” “Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly

Zekan replied. “There's an inscription of some sort, take a look”. Kyan’s voice sounded through the door. It went quiet for a moment, until Talon spoke. “Hmm, I feel as though I’ve seen this before. From what I recall, it is the symbol from a tribe of hunters”. “Well, what sort of hunters?” Kyan asked. “Hunters that dedicate their lives to killing unnatural species. So, that of our kind and witches”. “So, this could have come from a tribe in Bluebay then?” Zekan spoke, curiously.

I ask. “There haven’t been any multiple births ever within the pack/clan or whatever they call themselves. The boy that is rumoured to be kept there is of middle eastern descent but I am not sure where he is from. The rumour is that he has some sort of power but they are using him to find others.” Haskar explains. “Want to bet that he is one of the Zodiac 12,” I state. “Sounds like it. They are probably using him to try and find the Gemini set.” Silas comments.

When I recognized who it was, my eyes stretched wide in utter surprise, "Zy? Zy Reynolds? Is that you?" Zy was an old member of the pack. I'd seen him around, though we were never close. I knew his legacy, though. Zy was an amazing member of the pack, respectful, loyal, strong, but when his secret was discovered, he was taken under custody and never seen again. His secret was that he had Lunar Blood. Lunar Blood was a blood type that was so rare and disrespected, if a kid were to say another kid had Lunar Blood, they'd be in a lot of trouble. Lunar Blood tended to make wolves hostile and a whole new person. "It is," Zy said with a charming smile, "and I've come to tell you something importan

It was in his presence that they had all shapeshifted; Ziko, Zeus and Cretus. To him, each of his son's wolves was a god of it's own. But amongst them, he had a watchful eye on Ziko, the deadliest of them all. Artemis looked forward and raised his head to the crescent moon in the sky. When he let out a loud howl, it was their sign to take off. The ceremonial hunt had officially begun. Ziko ran into the night, following the trail that Lancelot had taken time to set for him. He ran past the trees Lancelot had used a compass to mark "X." He continued to run non- stop, until he came to an abrupt halt.

He was an expert in both cold weapons and firearms. Scorpio, the eighth Zodiac, was an outstanding assassination expert. He blended into the dark, and people could not easily spot him. He also did not always show up. He was usually very low-key, but if he acted, he would definitely kill someone. He would not be sent out on a mission unless it was the last resort. Sagittarius, the ninth Zodiac, was an expert in long-range shooting. He was extremely skillful in manipulating a sniper rifle as well as bow and arrow, and he could kill enemies that were one hundred steps away.

I felt her tiny body shaking with fear. “Baby girl, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. I’m Hunter, Sylvia’s mate. Do you know what that means?” he whispered to her. She shook her head. I didn’t know what to say. Is she even a werewolf? I frowned at Hunter. “It’s okay baby girl, it means I’m Sylvia’s best, best friend. Do you understand?” he whispered to her, touching her back. She peered at him from beneath my hair. “You not hurt Nina?” she asked, a little tremble in her voice.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

"And this time, Hunter Violet appeared as an Omega slave. The witnesses who were there that night, said that she had a tattoo on her left waist, a black cat and a violet flower." "A girl?" My eyes narrowed, a faint twitch in my hand betraying the tension beneath my cold composure. "Yes. But judging by the skills, especially the graphic of the murder, I don't think a She-Wolf could do such a thing." "Are you trying to discriminate? We never know who Hunter Violet is. Even the name is -!"