Killua Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

"Any news on the hunter?!" "We really haven't talked about your progress in a while" Lyra asked anxiously as Killian took his seat beside her hospital bed. His face was worn with exhaustion, and he exhaled deeply before responding. "The hunter is relentless," Killian said, his voice filled with frustration. "He's been wreaking havoc in our pack, targeting and killing innocent werewolves, just like he promised!" "We've been doing everything we can to track him down, but he's always one step ahead."

Hunter rose slightly from his crouch and went down a few steps to the landing, paused. Without looking back or giving any sort of signal he turned the corner and disappeared from view. Khalia forced herself to follow at a distance, the weight of the gun still a foreign sensation in her hands. Her left foot had just landed on the bottom step when Hunter yelled out. “Khalia, get down!”

"Kael!" Elena's voice was distant, muffled, as if coming from underwater. Kael tried to respond, but his mouth wouldn't work. His vision was blurring at the edges, darkness creeping in from the corners of his eyes. The lead hunter stood over him, his red eyes glowing. "Where's the baby?" Kael didn't answer. "Where's the baby?" "I don't know." The hunter raised his sword. --- A blur of motion. The hunter was gone, ripped away from Kael with a force that sent him crashing into the tent. Kael blinked, trying to focus, trying to understand what had happened.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

He didn't question his feelings because he had to find Oceanna. “Uh guys; why the hell is Hunter's arms glowing, and is he turning blue?” Ji'lahni asked in awe as everyone stared at Hunter, his body glowed with blue hieroglyphics just like Warlus. “He's Oceanna's mate and she is in danger, so his primal instincts are to find his mate by any means necessary.” Makahi said as he watched his warrior walk into a see of aliens who charged at him but stopped dead in their tracks. The aliens started clawing at their throats as their bodily fluids started coming out every part of their body, before their dried out body crumbled to the ground.

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”

"Another one..." Kael didn't take his eyes off the creature. Fire flared up his arms, licking his skin, casting them both in an infernal glow. "A Hunter," he said. "An old world relic. They are going to keep coming until we die. Or I kill the one controlling them..." The Hunter stepped fully into the ruin, each movement boneles, silent. Shadows silthered from its body, reaching for them like tendrils. The air dropped in temperature, and Aria's breath frosted before her lips.

“I called you here today so that you can repay the amount of grief it has caused you over the years. It’s up to you to decide if you want to take this chance or not.” “I’m not strong…” “I’m well-aware. But that’s not the question I asked. Do you want to slay it?” asks Yasuhiro with a serious face. “Yes, in fact I want to murder it.” Says Akihiko with bloodlust. “Good. You’ve got what it takes to be a hunter. Now, let us move on with the training.” He says and gets up. Ayame asks them- “So~ am I supposed to tag along too?”

Only Hunter makes me feel this way. "What the hell are you talking about, Jillan?!"