Judgement Chain Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

A strong, slender, ruthless Luna like Chloe was what the pack demanded—not a fat servant who only wasted space and supplies. The violent creak of the door flying open made me step back on pure instinct. Hunter appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but his black combat trousers. His muscular, tanned torso was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blue eyes, which had once looked at me with the warmth of childhood, were now clouded with superiority and disgust. Behind him, Chloe emerged with a feline stride, wearing one of Hunter’s silk shirts that barely covered her slender thighs, looking at me with a sadistic smile of pure triumph.

Jack lowered his head and said in a low voice. I know he's not committed. Although Jack has good abilities, his thinking is straightforward, elated, and hot-tempered. "Where did you take Aliyah?" I ask. “Jail, Sir!” Jack replied. I sighed inwardly. Fortunately, he hadn't taken Aliyah to the logging area. I said to Jack, “Aliyah is my slave. After this, you are not allowed to punish her without my orders. This time, I forgive you, but if there is a next time, I will not forgive you so easily. Get out!"

He answered without thinking. “Elder Chan you have requested my presence. Now can you please tell me what was so urgent that you had me come here in such a hurry. I have an auction to prepare for, so let’s get to it so I can get out of here with the products you have promised me.” The Hunter said, walking into the Elders office. “I need help with an attack on the Justice Court, I need some of those men you created to help fight this war.” The elder said to the hunter, who smiled and nodded his head. “I figured you were going to say that. Which is way I brought ten of the best men I have. I have been working on something new, and this would be the perfect time to test them out. So, I will sen

I stopped in the middle of the room where they had chained him. “He is a tough guy, Alexander. You will need your special techniques to get the answers.” Hunter remarked nonchalantly. I could see that Hunter had already beaten too much. Not a single bone in his body was intact by now. The blood had tried all over his body, and his face was now swollen like a balloon ready to burst at any time. They had already plucked his nails out of all the fingers. The chain was of silver, and they had poured wolfsbane all over his body.

“I don’t have to trust you in order to work with you” “See, that’s where you are wrong” he sets the box down in front of her. He bends over opening the box and brings out a short coat with H which is Hunter’s initials inscribed on its back. He hands it to her “I should wear this when I’m out on missions?” “Yes, you do. You must always provide proof of death before you claim your reward. Hunters take 50% of your money after each mission. Hunters don’t care about the injuries you sustain during a mission, tend to them yourself. That’s all you need to know”

Hunter tried to find words to express what he was feeling, but he couldn’t “I… I didn’t know any of this…” “Do you think I’m still capable of believing any lie that comes from you?!” his cousin once again made the chains around him suffer, making it clear that he would kill Hunter at that very moment, if he were free to do so “You are the puppet they used to continue to dominate this place and I know that very well!”

I exhaled slowly, then after a moment, I crouched carefully and picked up the dagger using a piece of cloth from one of the fallen guards nearby. The moment Hunter saw the symbol again, his jaw tightened sharply. Another flash seemed to hit him instantly and he sucked in a harsh breath. “What?” I asked immediately. Hunter stared at the dagger. “There was snow,” he whispered. I frowned. “What?” “The battle…” he muttered. “No… not battle…” His face twisted with frustration. “Execution.” A chill ran through me. Hunter swallowed hard. “There were prisoners kneeling in the snow…” His breathing grew uneven again. “And that symbol was everywhere.”

Michael didn’t hesitate. One shot. Straight to the heart. Damien staggered. Fell. And didn’t get up. --- The police stormed in minutes later. They found the bodies. Found the footage. Found Damien—bleeding out on the floor. I clutched my wound, breathing heavily. It was done. Finally, truly, *done.* Carter sank to the ground, exhausted. “We won.” Michael holstered his gun. “Yeah. We did.” I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of years lift from my shoulders.

But seeping through, as the field widened, were fractured thoughts, the root of those feelings: righteousness; betrayal; despair; sadness; regret; and more. “Doesn’t there have to be a full Concordance of School and Academy to give censure?” Hunter’s melodic voice was a stark counterpoint to the Magister’s. “If you were true Mage that would be true.” Poe’s voice was toneless, unwavering. Again, the voice of the Truthteller. Hunter could not even shrug. “I am summarily judged and condemned, then.” “You used ki to kill!” rang out from above. “What chance had the chevalier?”

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.