Hxh Gourmet Hunters Novels & Stories

Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead. Sierra, Cyrus, and I had formed a new district of hunters. We were smaller in size, with less resources, less members, and less weapons, but each of us believed that, together, we could protect Seafall and beyond. And, though we had left the other hunters behind, Sierra still met with them regularly to discuss (what they called) “matters of note.” Such matters would never be shared with Cyrus or I – no vampire nor ex-member would ever be deemed worthy – but they did not need to know that Sierra divulged every gory detail to us the se

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Suddenly, a voice behind me pulled me out of my thoughts. “Tough night?” I turned only to see Ashern. I smiled when I got up. “How long ago did you get here?” I hugged him. “Not long. But I was waiting for you.” I sat down with him as he opened his tab and ordered a few drinks. The club wasn't as busy and loud as it always was. Perhaps, it was because we were in the vvip section. “Is Galen still being a Jerk?” “Of course not. He's lovely. I love my husband; you know that.” I forced a smile even though all I wanted to do was cry.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Now I'm feeling dirty, and I hate this so much. She turns to me and gives me a big and happy smile like we know each other for ages like we are the best couple ever. I appreciate her trying, but I don't like a cheap woman around me. I'm a lone wolf, and besides that, I love fancy and good-looking females, not these pyjamas with butterflies and sleepers. "Hey, Hunter. I prepared some..."

“Gretonia’s caravan arrives at noon. He wants fresh stock of the new poison mix. You’re best at blending it.” Lexi took the bolts, hiding her grimace. Merchant Gretonia. The name always left a sour taste. The wealthy trader supplied the hunters with everything they needed to kill wolves...specialized blades, enhanced wolfsbane extracts, traps that could snap a beast’s spine. He paid well and smiled too much. Every time he visited, Lexi felt an inexplicable crawl along her spine, like something deep inside her recoiled from him.

The wound from the oath was still fresh enough that I could smell the copper threaded through everything else. My claws pressed against the ends of my fingers. Cassian stood slightly behind my right shoulder. “Control yourself.” I did not look at him. “I am controlled.” “You have been staring at her since we came outside.” “I’m staring at the forest.” “No, you’re not.” I ignored him. The other sixteen hunters spread across the secondary boundary behind us. Most had already removed their formal coats. Several were barefoot, prepared to shift the instant the release horn sounded. Darius Blackthorne stood three places to my left. He wore a thin smile. I disliked everything about it. His gaze mo

Xavion leaned back and raised his brow, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “I miss your surf and turf, the cinnamon rolls. And whatever that stew thing was that made Zion whimper in gratitude.” He commented on the stew I cooked with deer and rabbit meat combined. I ended up preparing Xavion’s first hunt after escaping death. So, I rolled my eyes at him. “My stew don’t make wolves whimper.” “Oh yes, you are right!” Xavion swiftly changed his statement, “Zion legitimately howled, Azlynn.” Laughing at his example of howl, I stood up and grabbed our plates.

“I think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful