Nigg Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

I knew it probably won’t snow, but you never know… Hunter came to check up on me. He kissed me deeply to Nina’s disgust. “So gross! Eeuuww.” She peered at us through fingers covering her eyes. “Then don’t look, monkey.” Hunter teased her, kissing me again. He laughed when she ran away screaming at the top of her voice.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.

But hold up—it gets juicier! To sign up as a gigolo, you have to submit to a medical check-up, and they'll even check out your dick size to match you with your lucky customers. Oh, and don't forget—there's a full-on naked photoshoot involved for your application. Talk about getting vulnerable!

I felt a surge of adrenaline that wasn't entirely human. I didn’t spare a second to recover from the jump. I launched myself forward. The remaining brother, Trench Coat, shoved the bleeding woman aside like a ragdoll. He stepped over his twin's twitching corpse, his face twisting into a mask of snarling rage. “Damned hunters!” he roared, his eyes bleeding to black. He lunged for me, fangs bared and dripping with stolen blood.

After a brutal exchange, the man lay sprawled on the ground, defeated. Hunter’s gaze shifted to a nearby table, where he spotted a nail gun. He grabbed it and turned back to the man. “What are you gonna do?” the man stammered as Hunter aimed the nail gun at him. “The problem isn’t your brain. It’s this,” Hunter said coldly, firing the nail gun at the man’s most sensitive area. The man screamed in agony, his cries echoing through the studio. Hunter tossed the nail gun aside and punched the man repeatedly.

**** NIKOLAI Hunter fumed beside me, his leg bouncing relentlessly, his fingers drumming against the leather seat as if he might explode if he remained still another second. I kept my gaze fixed on the passing cars, but I couldn't see them. All I could hear was Reva's voice as she told me Hunter was fucking my uncle. The words had etched themselves into my mind, and the question of why Reva would say that rang even louder.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.