Yorknew Hunter X Hunter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra

She thought she was all high and mighty because she was a Bittermane. He spat, wiping the name from his mouth. Her mother tarnished that name for good by being a whore and running off with that hunter. He shook his head. A flash of brown moving through the crowd caught his attention. It was the new hunter in town, Garin. He was pushing through the people, making a beeline for Willow's cart. "Garin!" Lyall called, Garin was only a few feet from him. His head pivoted and he saw recognition pass through the hunter's eyes. Garin paused for a minute before walking towards Lyall, cautiously.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

It had changed, the prophecy had changed. Her large brown eyes search my face. Lana’s fingers let go of mine. She steps forward in the space between me and Logan’s wolf. Carefully manoeuvring through the dead bodies. Her head turns back and forth between us. Like she didn’t know where to go. As the image became clearer. I see that I am surrounded by bodies too. Blood splattered across my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything, like I had shifted. You couldn’t tell who the killer was, but we had both lost a lot of people.

He was strict with Chris and Zand, especially when it came to their training, and he made sure they both sparred with Andy every say. It makes me see Hunter in a new light too, he held his own against a dragon and they were so evenly matched, there was never a clear winner. A lot of things are beginning to make more sense now. Hunter is Celestial Alpha blood, it’s hardly surprising he could take on an unshifted dragon and live to tell the tale. Every time Gabe, Christian, Zander, Gerald or I sparred with him he would wipe the floor with us within minutes.

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

I yelp in pain, my leg throbbing as I try to push myself up. But before I can, the Hunter is on me. She grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to my feet, her sword at my throat. "Don't move," she hisses, her breath hot against my cheek. I freeze, my heart racing as I stare at the silver blade. This is it. The end. But then ... a rustling in the trees. The Hunter's head snaps to the side, her grip on me faltering. And that's when I see him. Gregory emerges from the trees, his lips curled into a snarl. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he lunges at the Hunter, knocking her to the ground.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed