Shizuku Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter 11: Traveling to Seeria Town “Shhh… it’s okay. It’s alright. Everything’s fine. I won’t hurt you.” He said in a soothing tone that helped me calm. He smells great, and the warmth emanating from his body makes me feel nice and comfortable. The darkness prevents me from seeing his face, but I go with my gut when it tells me that I can trust this person. It’s strange, but when our bodies come into contact, I feel sparks everywhere. Thanks to this guy, I can feel myself slowly calming down.

“Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.” “Just say spirits. It’ll be easier for him to understand.” “Right. So, I am Yasuhiro Ritsu and this brat is…” “I’m Seirei.” “You don’t have a last name?” “No. I wasn’t born with one. Why? Is there a problem?” he says while licking his lollipop. “No. I thought that you both were related so…” “So you thought I’d have the same last name as this guy. Well, can’t say I wouldn’t think of it.”

"Your family has already accepted me. The problem is that you always contradict me, and I don't think they like it.” I roll my eyes, although I agree. "I'm not good for being submissive, Hunt.” Hunter closes his eyes for a moment, his forehead curled up in concentration. "I just imagined you wearing a black bustiê, heels, and holding a whip" makes you stare at my face with a bright smile. "Are you confessing that your fetish is to have a hot night with me, buddy?” I snore. Your eyes light up. "Is this Suzy a character for the photos your friend is taking, or a sample of what you hide?”

You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you. It was meant for the whole underworld when it was created eons ago but no one really knows the truth behind the fire. So without that piece this hunter is really just dead weight. Maybe declaring to kill him was an exaggeration. I sigh internally while keeping my face still and showing no emotion. What should I do? “What did u mean, kid? With what you said?” The hunter scoffs and rolls his eyes, he’s barely moved and I take a good look at him. Sharp jaw line, pitch black hair that barely passes his ears, sharp features and nice lips.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

"It's an model attempted by Luminescent in the attempt to create their own firearms after observing battles during WWI. It has been made and used in the 50s before being discontinued. Unlike regular firearms, the ammo is your chi and the amount put into it determines firepower and lethality. These guys used a model that hasn't been used in decades and they got the low quality type." "They look like mercenaries" Kazuha looked at a brand on their bodies after she ripped the sleeves of all of their shirts. She is indifferent to what is in front of her. "The red robin brand. A mercenary insignia I once saw as a child. I knew it. The Shizuka family contracted them to kidnap me, again." Kurai is s