Hunter Hunter Killua の小説・ストーリー

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

Hunter always gets what he wants first and only for himself. "You don't understand either?" said Hunter with a complex and sharp look. Hunter's right hand clenched and punched the watch on his friend's wrist until it broke. "Wooah!" All the students gathered there and gasped in shock. Hunter completely destroyed the expensive watch. Jonea flinched backwards from Hunter's terrifying fist. Hunter's knuckles were cut by broken glass and bleeding. The other B4 members just grinned. When Hunter lowered his hand, Jonea witnessed with her own eyes how the wound on Hunter's hand suddenly healed and disappeared without a trace.

Killer steps out of his shadow, the brother looks like a fucking demon hunter in those leather pants he is donning today. When we weren't hunting Lucca down, Beauty, Killer and I started watching this programme about demon hunters. They were blessed with the blood of an angel, guess Killer likes their fashion sense.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

This will be fun. Before the Hunter reroute the roots to where I am now, I jump into the air and lurching at one of the tall trees, I cut off a thick branch and hit him with him. Disorienting one of them, I go for the other who seem to have taken out a Hunga Munga, held in his hands firmly.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

Knowing that they’d all lost someone long before we’d arrived in their camp. “Yes.” The man looked purposefully at the bodies littering the ground. “I see them.” His eyes lifted to me. “And I know who killed them.” “Kill him.” Vanquish told Hunter. “We can’t have anyone who blames her running around wreaking vengeance. Hunter caught the man and while he was objecting, Hunter viciously changed, his head moving and his snout elongating as pointed teeth jutted from his jaw. He sunk them into the side of the man’s neck and yanked back. Tossing blood and tissue into the air in a violent arc.

He had hit the concrete wall and where his fist had hit a large piece was now missing. So his gift was strength, but it was slow, far too slow for Aurelia. He was just able to lower his head, look down at her and see that his last hour had struck when a cold smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. With her left she punched into his solar plexus from below, then she pushed her legs through and let her right wander past his head. His eyes, blue as far as she could see through the thick smoke, widened in disbelief when he assumed she had missed him. But already the horror seized him while Aurelia opened her wing and the blade of the machete beheaded him.