The First Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

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.

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

“You’re here for me.” The hunter stepped into the apartment. His boots crunched the broken wood beneath him. The mask he wore was obsidian-black, marked with a faded white crescent. “I don’t know you,” she said, keeping her voice level. “But you clearly know me.” The man didn’t speak. He lifted the collar, slowly, deliberately. Grey snarled. “If you think you’ll touch her….” The hunter struck. Faster than she could follow, he lunged. Mira barely had time to dodge, her body moving on instinct, slamming into the wall beside the door. Grey charged, his knife flashing.

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me with pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter’s head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunner's face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter with my power, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connected for a moment, his eyes flickered wi

I can feel blood trickle down from my head and conclude this must be what happens after the trunk opens in my first vision. I concentrate to slow my breathing so I don’t panic. Everything seems to darken suddenly, but I can still hear the busyness of the city. The trunk flies open and I see a man with a tattoo of a cross through a crescent moon, letting me know he’s a hunter. He easily picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming mutt.”

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.

I steeled myself, and I dodged Alice’s lunge, barely missing her teeth by a fraction of an inch. Those behind her were drenched in shadow, but I could make out an array of dark faces, each with their own set of blinding teeth. The bodies attached to the mouths did not matter, just as the stories and emotions behind each creature did not give them humanity. They were monsters, and their eyes were all fixed on me. I was the hunter, not the hunted. I was the predator, not the prey. Fight to the door, I told myself, focusing on the cool metal hilt of the knife.

The other two whom she had contacted hop on to the same bus and they reach Hokkaido at the haunted place the next day. They get out of the bus and stretch their arms and legs. The two girls were Ayame’s seniors and were yokai hunters. Both of them came from a lineage of yokai hunters, so they had incredible potential in them. They were ranked A by the hunters and as an unspoken rule; the first to get the job doesn’t get the job if someone of higher rank notices the same job. It automatically gets transferred to the person having the higher rank. A-ranking hunters were quite few, amounting only to 57. Originally there were a lot more but they perished in yokai wars or individual hunts for god

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

I didn’t see Chad or Felix right away, but I saw a hunter coming in behind one of the warriors I met. There was no time to think or worry about what was going to happen. Pushing off the ground at a dead run, I launched myself onto the back of the hunter. Wrapping my arms around his neck and jaw I gave a hard jerk, pulling my arms in the opposite direction until I heard the snapping of the bone. I released him, just to have him fall to the floor, completely limp. Not having time to think about anything else, I prepared myself for a wolf that was running at me at full speed. I couldn’t remember who the wolf belonged to, but I knew it wasn’t Felix or Chad.