"You haven't been searching have you?" he asked ,eyes cold and steely. "A-actually, I-I didn-" the man in front of him tried to meekly deny. "I have been cooperating with you so far, I have been keeping my end of the bargain." he started, his fingernails instinctively sharpening," But if you are just toying with me then things will have to change." he stated. This is my first book so please be patient with me . .......... I don't own any of the characters

[ The re-write of this book is now out, which can be found on my page.] He fell 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 for her... Far, far away from civilization, lived a secluded group of beings A group that lives on the dangerous face of a cliff. A group that runs a distinctive type of blood, a type of blood that holds the power to heal, to revive the deceased. No one knows where they came from, or why they live the way they do. Not even their own kind. An exotic group full of the unexpected, the unknown. The Zalax clan. And Itsuki Zalax (you) was one of them. The girl who left her clan to become a hunter, but coincidentally found a lover... ❦ DISCLAIMER The first few chapters will be slow paced but it gets faster later on. I| ONGOING |I ©EverVind

Killua Zoldyck was wandering around after reluctantly dropping Alluka off at Gon's place, to "take a break from everything", as the green haired hunter says. Little did he know, that chain of events will soon be lead to his appearance at an unknown region, which turns out to be a different dimension where people use these "gifts" called "quirks". [ on hiatus ( >﹏< ) ]

"We had to drug him..." His fuzzy mind couldn't keep up with what those strange people were saying. "We had to use tons of drugs to sedate him!" said one of the strangers, he wanted to open his eyes but they were so heavy, he couldn't even move or talk. 'What are they doing to me?' Killua thought in desperation. "This kid isn't normal, I don't even am sure if he's from here..." continued another stranger. Killua slowly began to open his eyes. Where was he? Who were those people... with capes and strange costumes? "WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO THIS KID IS ILLEGAL! If the police knew, they would probably take your hero license..." Another man tried to explain the group of heroes gathered around the hospital bed. "We only want to know if he is dangerous to society. This kid is a complete mystery" One from the group of heroes explained. Welcome to the nasty part of the hero society. -THE COVER ISN'T MINE- (Credits to the author) All the rights to Yoshihiro Togashi (My first fiction) (Bad grammar...)

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

Watching Assasination Classroom got me thinking, if teenagers are learning how to become assassins, why not add a teenager who's already an assasin 😋 and his cute, green friend 🎣, not baby Yoda people. Also all the characters and cover photo are not mine, neither will/do I ever claim them to be.

Appearing from a sudden black phenomenon in the sky, Killua has no idea how he appeared into this strange world. " Sadate him!" " It's not working!!" Why are there so many people in ridiculous outfits claiming to be hero's? Where is Gon? Where are they trying to bring him? How did he appear here? "What's your name?" "Killua Zoldyck " Will he ever return to his own world? Will he ever seen his friends and family again? But most importantly...Why is everyone in this world so weak? WARNING~ Cursing, Gore, Violence.

Born as the second child in a family of the world's most feared assassins, Ellika Zoldyck, loves to create chaos and mischief in her trail. Illumi's little sister and Killua's beloved onee-chan. What happens when she has to find herself a marriage match before her parents have to make one for her? What happens when she finds herself interested in a magician her brother frequently hires? A Hisoka Morow Fanfic. Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the original characters made up along the story. All the pictures belong to their respective owners. I haven't gotten the time to make a cover if anyone can contribute, I'd love it. Warning: This was done out of pure boredom. I tried to not tamper with the original story that much. I haven't gotten the time to proofread the story please forgive me for future mistakes on spellings and grammar. Please have mercy on my soul.