Menchi Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome. The second group of hunters was searching more slowly for a scent that would knock them over. They needed to find the one scent that would tell them which prey was their mate. They were taking their time, searching the grass and brush. When one of those hunters found the scent, he would take off at a dead sprint, a cheer going up around him as he found a trail to chase. Every hunter knew they had a prey in the Hunt due to the new rules, but not every hunter had seen their prey in the starting line. Some hunters had to work to get a scent of the trail they would

asked Oberon with a sardonic smile playing on his lips. His mind drifted to the other blood relations he had scattered all over the world. None of them knew each other. All of them bound together by blood and a father who had never even the interest of bringing them together until it was too late and the basic string that connected them was gone. Cedric Hunter, who had not even bothered to look back once after he had left all those women pregnant all over the world. He sometimes wished the he could bring him back to life and then strangle him all over again just for the sake of putting him through this misery all his life. Normal

Chapter 9 We both slid into the booth, sitting across from Deacon’s brother, Hunter. He was very good looking and the total opposite of Deacon. Hunter had shaggy, black hair, and piercing blue eyes like ice. Unlike Deacon’s broody demeanor, Hunter was very outgoing and happy to be around other people. He was certainly a lot taller than Deacon by a good five inches. We had come to learn that their parents had wanted Hunter to get in early to surprise him, but with him staying at my house, no one was home to let him in.

After pondering it for a while more, Felix still could not put a face on that name. Not wanting to waste more time, he grabbed a machete from one of the thugs and threw it with deadly precision. Hunter was about to retort Stinger, but he was silenced immediately. The blade sank deep into Hunter's chest. He stared in disbelief at his chest, mumbling, "Y-You killed—" Yet, before he could finish his sentence, blood gushed out from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

About to crash against it, Nicholas speeds to his back and slams him against the floor. The Hunter coughs out blood as a result. Nicholas takes a step round the Hunter. The Hunter is on the floor, stomach down, but maintains a hold of his weapon. His porcelain face has reddened from the hit. He flips up, surprisingly, now standing upright. His hand smears past his lips to clean the blood and narrowing his eyes at Nicholas, the Hunter heads for him.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

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.

While Vicoliz was busy pulverising the face of Finite, Bella decided to question Naomi. "Tell us what we need to know?" "Well I once belonged to a group called Hunter X. The main purpose of the group was to have control over Asia, and we killed most who stood in our way. We eradicated most supernaturals who stood in the way of our leader, and hunted those that our leaders believed will pose future threats. In short The Hunter X group is the only group of Supernaturals alive in the whole of Asia" Naomi elucidated with a sad face.

Apparently, Hunter doesn’t joke around, he taught me everything I know about being ruthless, so how ruthless is Hunter? ‘You are so fucking dead, Dante Moreno.’ I smirk through the mind-link, but he gives me a smirk of his own. ‘Let’s see who shall be dead. Enrique De Luca.’ Dante says back, and I force myself not to laugh, as long as I have Irene, Dante is going down.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”