Romans & histoires Nigg Hunter X Hunter

Angela mused. All the amusement was wiped off Hunter's face as he turned to glare at his evil little sister. "What is this?" Hunter said pointing at her nose, Angela looked down and he flicked her forehead earning a shriek of pain from her. Angela rubbed her throbbing forehead which had turned bright red as she punched his solid arm only to hurt her fists in response. "Behave," Xander said to Hunter who glared at the steak pondering if it was poisoned or worse; mixed with some magical potion to get him and his family killed.

His sweet, strong, sensual perfume wafted into her eager nostrils, making her inhale and exhale sharply. “Hey…” Nicholas said softly as he reached for her cheeks. Gently placing both of his palms on her cool, smooth skin. For a brief moment, Kimberly involuntarily shut her eyes when the soothing warmth of his hands came in contact with her skin. He relaxed her, then he continued. “Listen to me, the pain will be worse, but in contrast to what the hunters did to you, it will only make you stronger, I promise you.” Hunters — he referred to them as hunters, and not her family. That was what they were and that was what she ought to start seeing them as. Hunters and not family or rather, ex-family

But he won't be as terrifying as Lorenzo in a demon mask, chasing me through the woods in the back of our family home while I nearly pissed my pants. I cringed. The last thing I should be thinking about right now is that. "We should do our best," I turned to Brenda and gave her a smile. "We can win. I know it." She nodded, looking anything but convinced. The hunt started. The hunters were 25 in total. We infiltrated the forest, everyone moving for the kill immediately. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. But I needed it over. And fast. My body thrummed with the unsatisfactory Xavier had left me with. I have to finish this early and pay him back. Gosh. He takes so much pride in his self cont

Hunter replied smoothly, not even looking at the ring but at me. I leaned toward Xavier and whispered, “You have competition.” “I can see that,” Xavier muttered, clearly in a bad mood. “Seven,” Xavier said. “Eight,” Hunter said, slow and deliberate. I couldn’t help glancing at him, and when our eyes met he tipped his head slightly, like we shared a private joke. I frowned. Why was he looking at me like that? “Don’t look at him,” Xavier warned quietly, irritated. “I’m not,” I lied, my eyes finding Hunter’s once again.

Rage pierced through the careful armor I built around my emotions, seeing them together. As if I were nothing! Hunter suddenly stopped and stared toward our group entering, frowning as his green eyes landed on me. Hunter suddenly began to approach us, dragging Sandy with him. I avoided eye contact as I fought to keep my heartbeat down. “Well, well, well. The Scarred Rogue Alpha in the flesh,” Hunter chuckles softly with amusement. His mask was dark with little silver crescent moons. “Yes,” Jaxon dryly said. “And you are?” Jaxon knew exactly who Hunter was. But he also wanted to make a dig at Hunter’s expense.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

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.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

“You think your howls frighten us? We’ve burned two dens this month and you’re next. We’ll line your borders with fire until there’s nothing left but ash. Mothers will bury pups, and we’ll call it justice. You’ll choke on the smoke of your own making.” A warrior at the edge of the room stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap that snapped the captive’s head to the side. He hissed, tasting blood, but his eyes still burned with fanaticism. “Kill me. It won’t matter. Another will rise in my place. You’ll regret thinking you could stand against us. We are the Hunters. We are the line that keeps this world clean. And when Dorian gives the order—we strike.” Cassian crouched low in front of him,