Fairy Tail Classes Novels & Stories

“The classes are grouped based on their level of magical strength, class one being the highest. “I was in class one last year. The level depends on whether you get stronger or weaker. Of course, I have to be in the first class given that I was the prince’ right-hand man and royal advisor.” Clara simply nodded but was worried deep inside. “So, what do we do now?” “Basically, the rest of the day is free. Like how Alex will probably spend the entire day sleeping. You can roam around if you want. Or whatever it is you want to do.” In the whirlwind of the day, she had briefly forgotten her situation, but it all came flooding back. ‘I can’t believe how I’m so far away from home. I felt out of plac

So the inner section was forbidden to venture for weaker fighters. On this planet, there were five ranks of fighters. In order of ascent: Soldiers; Animal Hunters; Thrashers; Predators; and Nightmares. Soldiers were the normal humans. They were humans that hadn’t consumed the New Type potion or the now unavailable Savior. Because they had no way to unlock their potential without these potions, their strength was limited, and they were only able to go against other normal humans and normal beasts of this world. Soldiers were very common, and they occupied a large chunk of a human settlement’s fighting force. They were usually referred to as ‘Normies’ by the New Types.

Is there no such thing as justice anymore? And it wasn’t like Adonis had fought some overpowered monsters or something. These were summoned E-Tier Monsters! They weren’t supposed to yield any substantial EXP! ‘So why…?! WHYYYYYY?!’ There was only one answer to his question, and Rey knew it already. ‘His Hero Class! It has to be!’ It was an S-Tier Class, so of course it had to have numerous privileges that would be considered broken by Rey’s standards. Of course, Rey knew he couldn’t complain since he had quite the broken Skill himself, but the situation felt a little too unfair for him.

Sophia POV "Not that different." I cut him off. "For example, depending on the RPG you pick up, there are wizards, sorcerers, druids, bards and various classes that use magic. One of the things I find coolest is when there are paladins, after all, what's better than walking around with a symbol saying that the God you serve has given you powers? Officially." I smiled. "Anyway... What I mean is that I have a lot of experience in making plans to destroy a city or assassination attempts. At least in theory."

Everyone looked like an adult. “So what’s a Class A?” “Okay. Let me explain. Raven Academy has several types of students. The kids from Alpha bloodlines, noble families—Betas, Gammas, and Lycans. These are Class A wolves. They dominate here. Top of the hierarchy. Untouchable. People literally make way for them.” “This is crazy,” I gasped, for real. “Then there are Class B wolves— kids from the middle class. Elders, warriors, scouts, healers, seers, teachers. They are respected and cannot be mistreated”

Belle, Justin, Clark, and Eric. "Can we join your group?" Trisha asked with a confident smile, her arms folded. “Y-you guys…” Adonis’ eyes widened in shock. He was pleasantly surprised, to say the least. He didn’t expect anyone to show up. ‘And this lineup... it’s great!’ His thoughts beamed with excitement. Belle was known as the best Mage in Alpha Class. Justin, despite being very playful, had the [Assassin] Class—a B-Tier Class that exceeded the C-Tier [Thief] Class.

Doesn’t stop the she-devil from playing her little games though. As second or third cousins, it’s almost expected that Kimarra and I would marry to keep the lines strong. So she more often than not, pretends, just to get my but beaten by jealous Yon who don’t know any better. Part of my ‘training’ regimen. Since Akuma is the only title other than Soma you can have above S-class in the Shinkori ranks. At least beyond the wall. Here, females aren’t even allowed to fight. They’re forced into Meshin or healer status if they want to join the ranks. Every thought makes me crave for the comfort, the feeling of home. I wouldn’t even complain about chores.