Pokkle Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“Of course. Atlas, you can have me since Hunter here wants to play games. How about we give him a taste of his fucking pill?” ---

“What’s up, Sickle, after you were expelled from UFC I thought I would never see you in New York, still hiding in the end of the world? How’s Portland, that shitty town?” Hunt doesn’t answer and the so called Pamela looks me up and down, asking: “Aren’t you going to introduce you your friend?” Hunter gives it back. “She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend.” I add it. “Margareth Hanks, saying that’s it’s a pleasure to meet you would be a lie, but even so, good evening, Pamela.” She ignores me and reports to Hunter, talking in a affected and high pitched voice. STUPID WHORE!!!

the third Hunter shrieked from the porch, leveling his rifle at the woodpile where Leo slept. Kael threw his mortal frame over the boy, his broad back becoming a ceiling of flesh and bone. He looked at me, eyes full of a haunting, rationalized grief, waiting for the round to find him. I didn't let it. I slammed my golden-veined palm onto the floorboards, funneling the last of the Shared Heat from Kael’s soul into a localized shockwave. The porch collapsed. The third Hunter vanished into the dark ravine below, his scream silenced by the roar of the Black River.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

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Hunter let the shadow fall from him like shedding a coat. “Ill met, subditus,” Poe said. In one hand, he held a sword about two spans long with a bowl-shaped guard, and in the other a Barroco dagger. “Ill met, Master,” Hunter said, giving a slight bow and unsheathed his own sword. Hunter was quick, far quicker than average, but Poe was a Master of the blade, and Poe’s quickness would avail him little against Poe’s skill. And that was just the beginning of his disadvantages.

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

*** 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.

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.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.