Phinx Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

we’re both surprised because no Lycan before her has ever been able to speak and now Hunter can. “I want to mark you, but my human is still resisting, she does not want to be marked” ‘Hunt, tell her she can mark us! She can mark us!’ “My human says you can mark us” “My name is Piper” “Piper, I love it” a rumbling I have never heard comes from his chest as he says her name “I am Hunter” Piper comes over and simply licks Hunters neck where his mate mark should be and steps back, I can not go against my humans wish, no matter how much I desire it”

Stryker’s smile widens as he extends his hand to shake Hunter’s hand. “And you must be Hunter? It’s nice to finally meet one of the Confradia’s top tech geniuses.” Hunter swallows hard and shakes his hand enthusiastically. “Ah, man, this is so cool. Stryker Owens knows who I am.” He says to me with a little boy’s enthusiasm.

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.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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

He was strict with Chris and Zand, especially when it came to their training, and he made sure they both sparred with Andy every say. It makes me see Hunter in a new light too, he held his own against a dragon and they were so evenly matched, there was never a clear winner. A lot of things are beginning to make more sense now. Hunter is Celestial Alpha blood, it’s hardly surprising he could take on an unshifted dragon and live to tell the tale. Every time Gabe, Christian, Zander, Gerald or I sparred with him he would wipe the floor with us within minutes.

We hunters realize it if you have a problem go fuck yourself. After eyeing them cautiously for two seconds, I gaze at Chandler, who is looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I sigh and shake my head. It means 'those werewolves are harmless.' He nods. Before we could talk, I used a potion from a white witch that helps hunters like me. When I say like me, I mean hunters and assassins that kill for a good reason. No werewolf will hear what you're saying when anyone uses the potion. It will be a total blur to them. I take a sit across from him. We took our orders. I ordered a chicken club sandwich and French fries, and for him, he ordered the same.