Nigg Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

Damned! A sudden burst of anger made me slam my hand on the table. The loud noise made Serena even more scared. Her body trembled. I yelled, "Get out!" "Yes... yes..." Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price.

“You’ve got five seconds.” The hunter chuckled. “Actually, we only need two.” Liam Strikes First Before anyone else could move, Liam lifted both hands instinctively. The foam puck beside him shot forward like a cannonball. It slammed into one hunter’s chest and sent him crashing backward through the door. Jake blinked. “Okay.” Brody, who had just arrived from the bench hallway, grinned. “That’s my nephew.” Finn’s Ice Awakens Another hunter lunged toward the twins. Finn sneezed again.

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

Dax After four hours of staring at my ceiling without being able to fall asleep, I finally give up. So here I am at the gym before the sun's even thinking about showing its face, beating the heavy bag like it owes me an apology, and my wolf won't shut the fuck up. Tell him, he says. Again. For approximately the nine hundredth time. Tell the hunter what we know. Then claim him and keep him. Right. Brilliant. Walk up to Noah Hunter, a man who has spent his whole life believing werewolves are vicious monsters, and announce that somebody out there is deliberately biting people to make more of us.

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

I ask, deep in thought. We hear an audible groan in the background, and if could picture Hunter now, he was probably palming his face at the moment in annoyance. "You're getting off topic." Hunter practically grits through his teeth. "I don't care if your assassin is a girl, guy, trans, non-conforming, personal, eunuch, intersex, or a bloody tree for that matter." He begins, pure annoyance radiating from his tone. "We'll we can rule out the Huntress being a tree. It wouldn't..." I begin, however, Hunter cuts me off.

said Arnal. I smiled and looked at him. "Do hunters get involved?" I immediately asked. "Of course, dude! It's just a coincidence that we didn't find a hunter last year," Vincent replied. "Gosh, dadyy! There are a lot of strong ones there! Especially the hunters from Ignite and Doldrum! The are very handsome!" Ashley added. "Eh, where is that happening?" Aikee asked. "In the open region," Vincent replied immediately. "Open region? Where is it?"

Five Hunters came running to the woods wearing black clothes and carrying heavy weapons! All the boys hid in the basement alone with Nyla whereas Ronan stood strong at the entrance, guarding the door. Nyla's mind was confused, everything happened so fast that she didn't get the chance to understand the seriousness of the situation! "Why are we hiding?" she asked. Jax realized that she is the only clueless one among them. "We're hiding from hunters" his answer made everything more complicated for Nyla's understanding and so she interrupted the silence again "what do you mean by that?" Jax looked at her and a heavy sigh left his mouth.

Nigel groaned, his free hand ineptly searching for anything he could grasp, anything he could use as a weapon. Hunter pressed his knee to Nigel's back. His eyes shifted to me as he purred, “Oh trust me, I'm deadly serious.” A dark smirk pulled at his lips. Teeth bared, Nigel tilted his head as far as he could and locked his eyes on me. “Like hell I will apologize to that cock-sucking—" A heartbeat was all it took for Hunter to make Nigel's bones snap in his grip. “You son of a bitch!” Nigel cried out. “You broke my arm!”