Sedokan Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Scarlet, who was looking at the whole situation with wide eyes, sighed and rushed over to me like we just witnessed a school fight. "Ohmigosh- that was so fucking cool!" She exclaimed as she sit down beside me and buzzed with excitement. This gurl literally gulped 2 bottles of fucking vodka yesterday and still looked like a beauty. Fuck world algorithms. Can someone just take my order? I am fucking hungry, Hunter crossed his arms clenching his jaw, he brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck and then formed tight fists. Is he....jelly? This was going to be interesting.

The wasteland obeys. Dust becomes stone becomes a throne of fused vertebrae, its arms ending in skeletal hands that claw at the air. He sits, the crown of his skull splitting open to release a swarm of moths made of ash. "You've been busy," the Hunter mutters, loading his storm-gun with shells etched in First Wolf runes. "Got a plan?" "Same as always," I say. "Break what's broken." Eden's laugh is a discordant chord. "You can't break me. I'm *everywhere* now."

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

But Marcus, embracing his inner beast, transformed into a powerful werewolf, his feral strength matching that of his adversaries. Amelia, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, twirled her silver-laced blades with deadly precision, cutting through the ranks of vampires with each swipe. Her determination was fueled by her love for Marcus and her desire to protect innocent lives. Derek, utilizing his vampire speed and agility, effortlessly dodged the attacks of the rogue hunters. His hypnotic gaze locked onto his enemies, temporarily immobilizing them before delivering a swift and lethal blow. Edna, with her expert archery skills, fired arrows with remarkable accuracy, incapacitating the hunters with

My cock was so fucking stiff it might fucking break. He yanked the dildo from my lips. I coughed, gagging, panting heavily, greedily sucking in air. “Look at your dick, fucking weeping,” Hunter slurred, his eyes fucking pitch black as he watched my cock drool. “Please… please, Hunter,” I begged, crying, thrusting my hips upwards shamelessly, humping the air. “Please?… well, look who is begging,” he drawled, standing completely off me. He rolled his tongue over my slit, sucking off every precum only for more to gush out.

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.

Why can’t I shoot? “Elena…” a deep baritone calls out from behind me and I whirl around to come face to face with Hunter. His jet black hair is slicked back, it is damp and he has clearly just taken a bath. Droplets of water stain his grey shit, creating little darkened spots. “Hunter!” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to train at night but I’m not getting any better–“

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.