Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

I replied while squeezing his hand in mine, "I promise." He only gave a faint nod before inviting me to join the other two Alphas on the couch in his study. I took a seat next to Alex and studied the two men across from me, both of whom greeted me with polite smiles. "Sam Harrison is Alpha pack Yellowstone." Alex introduced me to a crew cut haired guy the same age as him. "Then Thomas Reed is the Alpha of the Misty Willow pack." he added towards the older man. Ah, so those two are the regulators Jake was talking about earlier.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead. Sierra, Cyrus, and I had formed a new district of hunters. We were smaller in size, with less resources, less members, and less weapons, but each of us believed that, together, we could protect Seafall and beyond. And, though we had left the other hunters behind, Sierra still met with them regularly to discuss (what they called) “matters of note.” Such matters would never be shared with Cyrus or I – no vampire nor ex-member would ever be deemed worthy – but they did not need to know that Sierra divulged every gory detail to us the se

“Sure. I’ve been around a long time. I’ve seen just about everything.” Ashley seemed a little nervous. “What happened? Did the Hunter die?” Aaron obviously didn’t want to answer that question, but he was honest to a fault most times, so he did. “Once. But that was before our current training program, and the Guardian assigned to that new Hunter was not very skilled either. We’ll keep you safe, Ashley,” he promised. “We’ll make sure you go on a few more hunts before we put you out in the field,” Cadence assured her. “I’ll make sure you see at least one decapitation.”

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

positions, but the helicopter was already descending in a flurry of wreckage. The side doors sprang open, and a dozen armed individuals descended to the ground, their military gear stripped of all national identification or affiliations. They spread out in a perfect tactical formation, taking up over-watch positions as their apparent leader approached with two other soldiers. Their weapons readied but pointed to the ground in an obvious gesture of neutrality. Arnold instantly angled his body in front of Alice, adrenaline surging and muscles stiff for further violence. The tall figure removed his helmet, revealing a rugged face with deep creases and a broad scar that traced the curve of his

RHETT Marcus leans over a map, pointing to where the Northern Lycans village can be found. It’s close to Mount Xenia. At least that’s what it looks like on the map when in truth we were looking at a four-day hike through the mountains. And that was in wolf form. I don’t have a wolf form. “They are old school up there Rhett,” Marcus explains, eyeing Finn Mason and I. “What do you mean by old school?” Mason crinkles his nose obviously not liking the sound of that.

You getting me"? He held Callum 's hand and he nodded embarrassingly. "No need to be ashamed of it, Callum. I am not angry with you. Or disappointed. I was just worried. You were hell drunk. So from today, we will start the training. Your emotion control habits. And your blood craving. You are addicted to my taste. So how about I mix my blood with different animals. And you can pick the one you like most. And then we will see how far you can go without mixing mine. Deal"? He stretched his hand and this time Callum looked at him.

He trained alone at night, running until his lungs burned, striking trees until his knuckles split, studying old combat footage and pack records he wasn’t supposed to access. He learned pain. And patience. By twelve, Alpha candidates were already being named. Public ceremonies. Lunar trials. Blood oaths. He stood in the back, anonymous, hands scarred, heart steady. [ALPHA CANDIDATE STATUS: REJECTED] The system did not comment. High school approached like a distant gate—one only the elite were meant to pass through. Apex Academy. The world’s most famous supernatural school. Where future pack leaders, vampire royals, witches, hunters, and hybrids trained under the eyes of the strongest faction