Pokkle Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

The hunter, savouring his impending victory, broke the lock on the chest and revealed its contents. "..." Everyone anticipated the moderator would sound the siren, concluding the tournament. However, an unexpected twist unfolded. The hunter's eyes widened in disbelief. "How?" The chest was empty; no moon-like object lay within. SHRRK! Some turned away as a stinger the size of two carts burst through the hunter's skull, ending his life instantly. Rufus staggered, blood drooling from his mouth. He wiped his lips, watching as the creature decimated a person's head. It stopped violently above the remains, the lion's head swallowing him like steak.

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

“You can’t be a hunter if you don’t investigate.” “Oh, okay,” said Damon, embarrassed. Cael came back to Damon and Kyra. “What happened? Did they see anything?” Kyra asked. “They find a creature that is their campsite, and it attacks them. The campers said it’s a giant Komodo dragon.“ said Cael. Kyra looked at Damon. “You already have a weapon, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “Weapon? I got the ability.” Damon said. “If your ability fails, your weapon will keep you alive,” Kyra said. “Always remember that.”

It feels like he was being cut and clawed from inside out. Keith and a few Hunters and Huntresses cried out loud as the Shadows they were told to fight were beginning to fall on the ground unexpectedly. The glowing flame on their chest disappearing into nothing. The young man crouched down as well as the others. The men and women screamed as their hands flew up to their heads — as if they’re having an inner battle. Xaphar, a Hunter from the nameless village approached Keith, taking one cautious step after another. “Malakeith?”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

It must be because of his muscles and physical shape. The first half ends, and neither team manages to score any goals. When the second half comes, Hunter's team is winning 1x0, before he suffers a hard foul. Hunter rolls on the floor, seeming to be in pain, but soon gets up to score a beautiful free-kick. He points to the booth where my friends and I are. I'm red and floored. This guy is crazy.

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 how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

But one thing suddenly, struck his mind. 'I’m the only one that has the teleportation forest technique unfortunately among the four Hunters including my uncle however they’re all great in strengths.' He rolled his eyes to the four Hunters fighting off the creepers luckily with the help of one of our hunters using her vines flowers as the source of illumination in the half destroyed Haven was a great deal in seeing what was in front of us. And the only creeper that could probably end it all with the ability to extinguish the sparklingly stones as well as the glowing flowers on the vines around was right in front of me surprisingly not moving but just stared at our direction, that’s good to kn

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.