Yorknew Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Not even Moon Goddess can stop him after that, and just like that the witch powers failed to stop Hunter. Howling out loud, as if saying, 'On my dead body', Hunter declared the death of Joseph and went for his shoulder. Joseph’s wolf yelped and groaned in pain as Hunter bit him and a metallic taste touched our tongue making both of us feel satisfaction. But, the satisfaction was taken away from us in seconds as Hunter pulled away from him making questions rise in my head. Taking the chance of which Joseph growled and pushed us away using his paws against our chest.

His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged to the Nefario legacy. The Nefario pack, an empire of sorts, had gained enough reverence to become the namesake of a pack in its honor. Located in the eastern Himalayas of Aracord, a distant continent dominated by werewolf packs known for their frequent interpack raids, the Nefario pack was where Higgins found himself. The hunter was not dead, but his fate seemed even worse, as he was trapped on an island that once provided him love but had taken it away, along with any reason to stay.

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.

Time flies as it is meant to be. The children grew much faster than even Stephen Callum ever thought about. It was just yesterday that they held their three little pups and now the kids crossed their waist heights. Yon and Yan were more identical if not their eyes. Yon had blue eyes and Yan had green. Minnie was a bit changed. She had warm brown eyes like Callum. She was more calm now. No more furious. No more possessive. Except for a particular raven hair boy who got to get shy when she was around.

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.)

My heart leapt into my throat as I screamed his name, my voice lost in the chaos. But Xander didn’t need the warning. His wolf turned sharply, his ice-blue eyes locking onto the hunter as he lunged. The man managed to fire, the dart grazing Xander's flank, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a guttural snarl, Xander brought the man down, his jaws closing around the hunter's shoulder and rendering him unconscious.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

Rage pierced through the careful armor I built around my emotions, seeing them together. As if I were nothing! Hunter suddenly stopped and stared toward our group entering, frowning as his green eyes landed on me. Hunter suddenly began to approach us, dragging Sandy with him. I avoided eye contact as I fought to keep my heartbeat down. “Well, well, well. The Scarred Rogue Alpha in the flesh,” Hunter chuckles softly with amusement. His mask was dark with little silver crescent moons. “Yes,” Jaxon dryly said. “And you are?” Jaxon knew exactly who Hunter was. But he also wanted to make a dig at Hunter’s expense.