Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

"Trials begin in an hour, and half of you look like you'd rather be anywhere else." Master Renna's voice cut crisp across the assembled first-years lined up in the courtyard, morning light still pale and cool against the old stone. "Good. Fear keeps you honest. Complacency gets you hurt."

She had no time for self-pity; she had a kingdom to build. Leaving the restaurant, Chloe and Lyra led Mr. and Mrs. Han to the elite wilderness training grounds on the outskirts of Haicheng. By the time they arrived, the private shooting range and its adjacent equestrian club were already buzzing. Sarah, Arthur, and Donovan Tang were waiting, along with several of their long-time inner circle. This facility wasn't just a playground for the rich; Chloe, Sarah, and Arthur were the silent majority shareholders behind it. Today, the agenda was high-stakes: Wilderness Tactical Combat (Live CS).

Yuna's POV After enjoying the breakfast, we set out to meet our soldiers who were at the academy preparing for the attack. The academy was huge and had a big hall at the second top floor with many room on the lower floors for the students to rest. It had different training rooms and training materials placed in each room. Tutors with different specialities like Karate, Taekwondo, Jiu Jitsu and many more which I could not even remember the names of were present to train the students from all around the world to be part of hunters and protect the humans at all cost.

So, Charlie had a very good first impression of Holden because of his attitude. Therefore, Charlie clasped one of his hands over the other as he said seriously, “I can rest assured about this matter because of what you have just said, Lord Harker. I hope that you’ll be able to help me train more top masters in the future. I also have some retired special forces who are proficient and good at handling hot weapons. All of them have very strong professional skills in hot weapons, infiltration, and tracking. At that time, if any of you from the Harker family are interested, you can also learn more about it. You’ll only be able to increase your combat power and effectiveness by combining both tra

The three of us got into the car in absurd silence, I started to leave and a few blocks ahead of the soldiers closing the windows Jack rolled over the entire dashboard of the car while Hunter did the same between the seats when they felt safe. Started to laugh. — His face looking for something that would put us on his list of suspects – Jack laughed nonstop. We were trained separately brothers could not defend themselves during the initiations each one had to go through their test without help showing themselves to be strong and honorable, the difference was that we won two exclusive training sessions at home as a gift. At the end of the laughs, Hunter tapped my shoulder while staring into t

He doesn't really show his feelings on the outside, but is still very protective and caring. We live in a large village near the southern climate states. Our village is called La Freccia d'Oro. It means the golden arrow. La Freccia d'Oro is the largest village of hunters in the United States, and the third largest in the world. Hunters are mortal beings with a few peak human physical abilities: strength, agility, speed, reflexes, accuracy, and endurance. Due to their gifts, hunters are sent to a private academy instead of a normal school. The private academy is called L'Accademia dei Cacciatori, or The Hunters Academy, and it is used for hunters to learn how to properly put their gifts to us

We were standing outside the fence line of The Academy, watching the students and Hunters practice their knife wielding skills. I could see Damien watching intently as I dodged and weaved, effectively placing my imaginary knife in the shoulder of my opponent. "Good job Snow, now try again." My instructor said, I nodded and we got back into position. This time though I dodged a different way, allowing me to sink my imaginary knife into my instructor's upper abdomen with ease.

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o

His eyes didn’t match his smile; they gleamed with calculation, cold and endless. When the sky started to grey at the edges, I climbed to the upper deck. From there I could see beyond the burned field, out to where the hills rose and fell like tired shoulders. Somewhere past those ridges, Wildbourne Academy nestled in its neat little valley, our best recruits were raised on doctrine and discipline. The future of the hunters. My future army. I leaned on the rail, flexed my fingers against the cold. I’d ride there next. Meet the new blood. See who could replace the ones we’d lost to Lucian’s madness?