Menchi Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

she replied weakly, her voice trembling. Hunter’s hold on her tightened. His next words carried the weight of steel. “Dicksen is dead. I killed him. I don’t forgive betrayal, and I don’t like it when my candy is taken out of my mouth.” His eyes glinted dangerously, the predator in him flashing just beneath the surface. Mirabella froze at his words. Her brother. Her blood. Reduced to candy in Hunter’s mouth. She tore herself from his arms, her steps slow but determined. Without a word, she turned toward the staircase. The silence in the house was louder than any scream.

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.

Jen motioned to his shirt folded in a corner of his cell. “Jennifer, so nice of you to join us.” Hunter smiled, but I got the feeling he didn’t think it was that nice. “How do you know my name?” Jen looked taken back, “You’re a mind reader too?” “That would be my brother.” Hunter said, “You have a file, just as every other clan member does. I know all of your names, ranks, powers, and families.” Hunter watched her curiously, “You thought the Knox clan was the only one to keep tabs on other clans?”

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

The very thought of sinking my teeth into another female on their marking spots makes me sick. An image of Jonda lying on the battlefield in Mike's arms fills my thoughts. I can still smell her, still taste her. I can still hear her words. I swallow hard and make for the bathroom door with full intention of returning to my room. “Don’t you dare walk away from me Hunter!” Leneve yells, the harsh tone in her voice halting my steps. “No, you don’t get to do that to me. You don’t get you have me when you feel like it then run away when I ask you a question.” I hear her growl with frustration and probably anger too, behind my back. “I am not a fucking doll you can choose to play with when and if

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."