Satotz Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

I watch her pupils flare, because for Tori that sentence is Christmas. “It’s called a gashadokuro. Supposedly cobbled together from the bones of people who starved to death and who weren’t buried properly.” I half-lift the cast. "It threw me into a tree. Broke the arm, opened the forearm, caused the stitches in my hairline and the cut on my face. That was the first fight. Four days later we dropped ninety feet of oak on its skull." "We." "The pack and me. Unfortunately a dozen hunter trainees were dropped into the middle of our trap because the council sent children after an unconfirmed sighting with a pep talk and the wrong ammunition."

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.

The black SUV stopped in front of the main entrance, and the freezing air was cut by the heavy creak of the armored door opening. Sasha got out with his shoulders covered by a dark leather jacket, his dark brown hair tied in a loose bun, and his amber eyes lit up like beacons of contained fury. Two guards tried to block him. “Orders for isolation, Mr. Volkov. Not even high-level visi—” “I am not a visitor,” Sasha cut in, his tone low and dangerous. “I am the damn hunter who came to help track down the rats hiding in your walls.” His aura imposed itself, dense and lupine. The guards recoiled by pure instinct.

’ She replied. * Theodore was so blindly in rage that he was killing each and every vampire that he found on the way to catch Ozul and Brad. Ozul was about to leave the pack, giving in charge of the fight to Brad but found Colton Haysbert at the exit gate. He took out his sword with a smirk. “Running somewhere?” He asked. “Pain,” Ozul said, looking at Colton. “Pain. Pain,” He said desperately, but when he saw Colton’s eyes darkening, he realized who Colton was, and everyone knew that supernatural power didn’t work on cursed hunters.

Satake stopped upon arriving at a gravestone with his parents' names inscribed. Chase and Tora Crow. "How are you doing up there?" He asked. It was more of a hopeful wish. "It's been so long since I was here Mom and Dad. The funny thing is, I am not here because I miss you. I do miss you both but I only came here to fuel my anger." Satake was going to continue talking but he suddenly sensed that he wasn’t alone. Someone was approaching him from behind. His heart leaped and his instincts went to work. He reached out for a switchblade tucked behind his shirt and turned to face the intruder, prepared to puncture them.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

All three of them looked at me weirdly, probably thinking what business a cry baby had being there in the first place. I managed to say hello to them and introduce myself without my last name just to break the ice. In exchange, they did the same. One of the hunter's name was Akio. The next hunter's name was Miguel, and the third hunter's name was Danjuma; he asked me to call him Dan. There was no female in the house, and I figured it was because ruthless Ruth would not allow it. "I asked them to come so you could have sparring partners," Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys.