Mizaistom Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

Nick growled angrily, holding Trent and Dani by their necks. “We wouldn't have done it if you had presented the hunter.” Trent argued, sounding choked, “Moreover, if we have the daughter of the rival Alpha, we can make him tell his pack to stop trespassing.” The rest of Trent and Dani's team, which included four lycanthropes from Nick's pack, slunk away, scared of Nick's wrath. Suddenly, they heard a huge crash and they all looked around to see Maya jumping out of a window, holding Dave. She landed on the ground and ran off into the night.

I watch her pupils flare, because for Tori that sentence is Christmas. “It’s called a gashadokuro. Supposedly cobbled together from the bones of people who starved to death and who weren’t buried properly.” I half-lift the cast. "It threw me into a tree. Broke the arm, opened the forearm, caused the stitches in my hairline and the cut on my face. That was the first fight. Four days later we dropped ninety feet of oak on its skull." "We." "The pack and me. Unfortunately a dozen hunter trainees were dropped into the middle of our trap because the council sent children after an unconfirmed sighting with a pep talk and the wrong ammunition."

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.

Stops screaming. Four dead. Two left. Tom's fighting the fifth hunter. They're grappling, knife against claws. Tom's stronger but the hunter's got skill. Knife finds fur, slides deep. Tom yelps. Valentina moves like lightning. Kicks the knife away, stakes the hunter through the spine. Paralysis, then death. One hunter left. The lead. The one who spoke. He's backing toward the exit, gun trained on Valentina. "This isn't over," he says. "Mordaunt knows where you are. He'll send more. Bigger force. You can't win."

A loud yelp echoed from the nearby field. My heart dropped as I realized the arrow hadn’t just missed the target—it had hit someone. A figure stumbled, clutching their arm where my arrow had struck. "Oh my God!" I gasped, my eyes widening in horror. Anastasia’s face turned pale as she looked at the scene. "What did you just do?" I dropped the bow and rushed toward the person. "I’m so sorry! Are you okay?" I called out, my heart racing with panic. The person, a tall guy with dark hair, glared at me as he yanked the arrow out of his arm. "Do I look okay?" he snapped, though his tone softened slightly when he saw the panic on my face.

At the center, the Archivist floats, her body a conduit for the void, her voice a siren song erasing warriors mid-swing. The Hunter loads his gun. "You sure?" I cock the storm-gun. "I'm done running." We charge. --- **The Final Verse** The Archivist sees us coming. "*Fools!* You can't kill a god!" "We're not here for the god," the Hunter snarls. "We're here for the *priest*." He fires. The bullet tears through her mosaic face, glass shards scattering. She screams, the void in her unraveling. I aim at the rift above her-a pulsating wound in the sky. The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge.

"Alpha, maybe Mystic saw it wrong. Maybe there's a black spot on his ears or paws or... Mystic... " Hunter slowly turn his head to me and shock was written all over his face. "Mystic... I--" "From now on, the Alpha's Luna... is dead. I have never had a mate. And I will never ever going to have one. Not, if it's going to be you. " ∆∆∆ End of Chapter ∆∆∆

“Son of the underworld, curse and forever will walk unto this world as a living death. I the death reaper, but this world’s existing hunter, but the very devil in disguise, Arius, held you now, as my familiar.” Waving his weapon and the very scythe that witness everything from this very world undo for the past six, and now unto its final seventh rule. HE draws a sinister smile as he swiftly draws it down ripping her clothes in half and perfectly in an instant. “Well then.” Licking his lips as another kind of lust, greed, and sinister tone is marking unto his crimson mix of a sunset-like pair of eyes. Misha’s eyes dim within their usual purple one, as she snaps out from her trance, yet not en