Killua Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

After dropping Aurora and Draken into their pack's territory, Hunter along with his men went to check out Alonso's men's hideout which Silvia told him about. As soon as Hunter barged in he was met with a couple of burly men that reek of night Walker pack. He motioned his men to attack and within seconds there were snarls and growls echoing around. Hunter prowled like a king towards the man who was trying to escape from the back. Hunter caught him before he could escape. None of them were as powerful as him. He did beat up that guy but enough to make him immobile and not enough to kill him.

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

“Kiel? What are you doing here? You should get back to your room before the head finds out that you sneaked inside the cellar again,” “I was just… lost,” he said, making the man laugh because Kiel had said the same reason that he would tell whenever someone caught him lurking inside the cellar. Kiel is the only child among the hunters. The only child that survived the hellish training to become one— well, there’s a catch to why he was able to stay though he’s clearly not as strong as the ones they require. He has the blood of a mage and he uses it to distinguish species and track them… that is why it’s easier for the hunters to hunt their prey even at night when they should be at a disadvant

~Isabelle ~ "Hunter?" Kaylee asked in disbelief of what she just heard from Kyle's mouth. I instantly gave a deadly signal to go along with it if she doesn't want to get into serious trouble with Kyle, she immediately complied. "Yeah, hunter, any problem?" Kyle sent a stern look. "Not at all, it's just that um… I got attacked by a male hunter as well, I had to fight but his weapons made me weak." She lied perfectly as if she had good grades in the lying course.

These are assassins, wearing the dark leathers and carrying the blessed silver weapons that mark them as specialists in killing their own kind. Lior bleeds from multiple wounds, his curved blade lying several feet away where it was apparently knocked during the initial ambush. The vampire's gold eyes burn with fury and desperation as the hunters close in for what looks like a killing strike. "Kaelen sends his regards," one hunter says conversationally while positioning a silver dagger for a heart strike. "And his regrets that your loyalty proved insufficient to overcome corrupted nature." Lucian doesn't pause to think or plan or consider consequences. The incomplete form just moves, covering

The island shouted back with wind and rising thunder. Kiera looked up. A man-shaped shadow moved along the edge. Mask. White headlamp burning a hole in the dark. Not a wolf. A Hunter. He knelt, sighting along a rifle. The barrel tracked the narrow shelf where Ronan shielded her. Kiera’s breath inverted. Her mind reached before thought did. The air between the barrel and them thickened, dense as syrup. The shot cracked. The bullet hit the pressure and slowed the way a hand slows in honey. It tumbled and fell into the river like a bead of metal rain.

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

Hunter shouted. “Here,” a familiar voice answered back. Hunter walked closer and found It was Chovu Junior. He knelt before him and could see he was hurt. He had been badly burnt. “Come on stand up!” Hunter tried to lift him up. “Who are you?” “Hunter, Walu’s friend.” “No No No, go and save Walu,” Chovu junior pushed Hunter. “He’s in the next room, let me check on my parents.” “What happened here?”

Hunter tilts his head, challenging me. I know he’s waiting for me to take the bait. If I agree, he’ll ask why I don’t become the luna, and if I disagree, he will feign offense and make some ridiculous demand to push me in that direction. I have no intention on falling for his trap. “I simply mean the moon goddess knows better than we. Wouldn’t you agree?” It’s always been a hot topic of discussion, but according to lore, Hunter is a beta because of the moon goddess’s blessing.

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”