Huntress Piercing Wind Novels & Stories

While some of the Hunters were still shocked, others already figured out how to overcome this. One particular Hunter enhanced himself with a speed increasing spell. He kept slashing at the same spot with his sword with incredible speed. At first it seemed to not be working, but as he kept going blood spewed out that spot and an open wound was formed. With the flesh exposed, he stabbed into that wound and cut it open even bigger. Another Hunters infused his spear with wind magic that spun around like a tiny tornado at the tip. He jabbed the spear into monsters and almost immediately broke through the skin. Blood sprayed on the Hunter as he kept digging deeper.

Ms Vento paused for a while, halting her sipping and placing the half-full mug down onto the coffee table in front of them with a soft clang. She cleared her throat before humming in thought at the question. She needed to be honest despite knowing that the truth will hurt the young man. If she chose her words correctly, she hoped she could ease the pain at least a little.

I rip the useless bandage apart and give the bullet wound a brief look before getting up. Outside, the world is still enveloped in darkness. Bellpond is quieter now than it had been before, and one can smell the despair with every breath. I find remnants of the herbs in one of the chest drawers. Hastily, I rub it over the wound. A hiss leaves my lips as the wound seals itself, burning as if in contact with acid. There is no more left. That means I'll need to see that wretched hybrid once more. Pulling a hoodie over my head, I jump out of the window and land firmly on my feet. I fish in the pockets of my jeans and find the surfboard keychain there. Good, I think, sighing.

"Pick her up, guys. The fight is over, " Victor announced, turning towards his followers. "Let's go, I don't have any more time to waste here, " "B-But…. " One of the hunters decided to speak up while the others stood there confused. "But what? " Their leader raised a brow. The man gulped. "T-The wind is still strong… we can't pass through that… without getting i-injured or lost… " Derned frowned. "Why isn't the wind still down? You stabbed her just now… how is she still holding up?! "

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

Even so, the cutting wind grazed his cheek, leaving behind a thin trail of blood. "Such keen senses…" He grimaced, realizing that he could not afford to underestimate this monster. Without delay, Chase drew his Wind-Slashing Sword and swung it with full force. Sparks erupted as his blade clashed against the rhino's skull, leaving behind only a shallow white scratch. Before he could react, the rhinoceros violently shook its head, sending a wave of forceful energy rippling through the air. The impact sent Chase stumbling backward, and his footing became unsteady.

"We need to do something fun. Something that screams 'fuck the world.'" So I'd let her talk me into getting my cartilage pierced. A tiny silver hoop that barely showed unless you knew to look for it. Maya had one too, matching on the other ear. Our "fuck you" to the universe that was trying to destroy us. How the hell had Ares noticed something so small? His fingers lingered on the piercing for just a moment, tracing the delicate silver with careful precision. Like he was memorizing the feel of it. "Interesting," he said softly, his voice carrying an edge of something I couldn't identify. Not quite approval, but close. "I like it."

The pierced one took his place in front of her, making her lick the cum from the window before feeding her his piercing-heavy cock. They used her against the glass for what felt like an eternity. Every man took her from behind, every man fucked her throat. They came on her back, on her ass, on the window, marking her and their territory. The glass was a mess of handprints, smeared cum, and the imprint of her breasts and belly. When they were finally done, they left her leaning against the window, forehead pressed to the cool, slick glass, trying to catch her breath. Cum ran down her legs in thick, sticky rivers. Her face and hair were glazed. Her body was one big, throbbing ache.

​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

Wilson praised, Wilson's hand gently held Windy's wavy brown hair, guiding her without force. In the third step, Windy sucked gently, her lips tightly closed at the tip, moving back and forth in a regular rhythm, her tongue swirling inside like a wild dance. The sensation of the tight, wet suction, like a warm glove, made Wilson sigh deeply. "Ah... You're a quick learner... Look into my eyes... Yes, a little deeper," he instructed. Windy looked up with her eyes full of concentration, savouring every pulse of the shaft in her mouth, her hand rubbing the base in a circular motion as instructed. This new sensation made her excited but even more focused on learning.