Kiriko Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

He roared with mirth, “And Hunter thinks it’s his.” No, no, no! “Not true.” It couldn’t be. He was messing with my head. “This is Hunter’s pup, not yours. You are dead! Nothing but a ghost.” He laughed and dissolved in front of my eyes, only to reappear a distance away from me. I ran to Kira. I could just make out her shape in the dark. She sat up and shook herself. I hugged her and she licked my face, tasting the saltiness on my cheeks.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Dante reflected then he turned with his mouth half-opened and his eyes squinting facing the three head-on as the trailing plants with many prickles effortlessly passed through his vibrating body like he was invisible. “It had no effect on him? Like he just disappeared!” The being marked being inside the smoke questioned. “Don’t be fooled, with my eyes,” said the rider of the Kirin having a heterochromia iridium. “I could with no difficulty see his tricks behind his movement. It was just a dodge nothing special! Pamēla full speed ahead!” With her call! The Kirin hit the muddy ground with it’s front right hoof twice then a stance; a stretched neck downward as it’s long antlers fixedly pointed

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

Gildart thought as he looked at her. "Her abilities are pretty useful for support but it's not an action based powers, so why did she pick hunters instead of adventurers. Well that's a mystery to be solved another day" Gildart thought as he looked back at the battle. Kazuko was pointing her seal towards the beast as she then shouted, "Destructive hurricane" as a swirl of wind came out and went towards the eagle. The eagle dodged it but surprisingly for it, Kazuko came out of the swirling wind and shot a large arrow towards it.

From that blinding scene, Kiro felt trouble breathing and his heart felt like being stabbed and pierced, his veins thumping. Kiro releases pheromones of suppression, where his teams were not affected because of the early preparation of booster from Kolein. He can't pull himself to fire the gun in his trembling hands because of rage, when all he can see was Aru's body bath in its blood, unmoving. Seeing Aru's paled face that was also painted crimson, the bondage in its belly, where blood keeps oozing. And what Aru vomited while unconscious was of scarlet color, Kiro snapped and his hands finally grasp the strength to move, pulling the trigger.

The sound of his windpipe collapsing was a dry, satisfying thud. A second Hunter vaulted over his comrade, a silver blade aimed for my human side. I didn't dodge. I calculated the trajectory and stepped into the strike, allowing the blade to bite deep into my human shoulder. The pain was a sharp, white-hot data point. I ignored it. While his blade was stuck in my flesh, I drove my silver dagger into the seam of his mask. Pressurized silver mercury sprayed across my face—bitter and metallic. "Target confirmed!" the third Hunter shrieked from the porch, leveling his rifle at the woodpile where Leo slept.

Killian whispered hoarsely, “What… was that?” I stared at the place where the hunter vanished. “A predator,” I said quietly. One created by balance itself. And it wasn’t finished with me. ************************************************* As we turned to leave, the survivor suddenly grabbed my wrist. Her eyes turned completely silver. And in the hunter’s voice, she whispered: “Three nights, Kiara. After the third moonrise… I stop playing.” Then she collapsed unconscious.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.