Satotz Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Hunter, Rasmus, and Luca= 7 Sarah= 5 Aurora= 3 "Sarah I swear if you touched my sword again with your baby hands. I'm gonna smash your doll!" Seven-year-old Hunter growled like a child at the five-year-old Sarah who stared at Hunter with her big brown eyes. "You won't do that," Sarah said in her baby voice, making a pout. She turned to stare at Luca who nonchalantly shrugged his shoulder. Hunter and Luca were always best buddies no matter what.

She ground herself against Celeste, the sparks going wild across her skin. Her head tilted and she caught sight of Hunter. He was sitting back, watching them through hooded eyes. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, it had parted, showing his toned honey skin. He squeezed a nipple almost in time with Celeste’s sucks and the other hand had disappeared beneath the belt of his slacks. “You’re mate is watching us,” Sally whispered and both Celeste and Hunter groaned, making Sally shudder at the animalistic sound. “If you’d like, he will cum watching us,” Celeste nipped at the top of her breast. “Will you let him cum with us?”

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.

However, the strategy works only if the hunters are experienced and the horde is composed of beasts who are not individually strong. One chosen hunter, who is called the sprinter, will take the damage for the entire time while others gang up upon one or two random beasts at a time. While the sprinter takes the damage, the others collectively injure the target and ultimately let the sprinter have the killing blow on the target, letting him gain the saturation points. The non-sprinters have the job of maintaining the constant supply of saturation points. The strategy works for lower tiers because the non-spriters can take it comparatively easy and recover their chakra.

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

His gaze was hard, holding the dark, simmering violence of a demon protective of his treasure. “Fuck off.” I smacked his hand away, though the demon barely flinched. Dante heaved a sigh, before dropping onto the couch beside Mel. His obsidian eyes drifted to her, softening instantly from granite to clay, before snapping back to me with renewed hardness. “At least try and keep some level of sobriety for when your Hunter gets here. She should be here any moment.” The Hunter. The bane of my existence. The ghost that haunted my blood.

They’ll all hate me. “It turns out, we aren’t each other’s true mates though,” Zach continues, silencing me with a glare. “Since we were arranged, we didn’t get the chance to truly learn if we are each other’s loves before committing to marriage. Now, I know we’re not meant to be together. “You see, I have found my true mate and that person is Sasha.” I glare at Sasha, but that glare transforms into a smile as she drinks the potion. I trust Gretta completely. This has to work.