Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Chapter 36: A Crack in the Gate The self-defense gym smelled of sweat, rubber mats, and the faint metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the walls. General Julian Bathory stood at the center of the open floor like a statue carved from war. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver hair cropped military-short, scars crisscrossing his face and forearms like a map of battles most students only read about. He’d fought beside Celeste Valentina Morau in the final Swarm rift—close enough to be called her friend, far enough to survive when so many didn’t. Today he was guest instructor, and the entire room felt smaller under his presence.

Nevertheless, he maintained a humble demeanor, nodding in acceptance. "And what training camp would that be?" he asked, following Harvey’s lead. Director Harvey did not answer directly but instead asked, "Are you familiar with the Supernatural Joint Recruitment?" "Of course!" Lancelot nodded enthusiastically, a look of longing crossing his face. The Supernatural Joint Recruitment, formally known as the Crimson Alliance Supernatural Academy Joint Admission Exam, was held every two years. It was a selection-based exam, with outstanding results allowing access to better academies and more resources. It was the Alliance’s version of a university entrance exam, though far more competitive, as the

Mr. Han began to help David in his training. The first day could be described as the most treacherous experience of David's life. Mr. Han said the training regime he had to follow was personally devised by his father to train prospective recruits for the academy. The training regime started with fortification training. Unlike its name, the process was incredibly bloody. Mr. Han simply brought a specifically designed stick. "This is something created by the combined efforts of your father and me. We created it with a special element found within the gates. This is called Tedenite."

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Everyone else around the lake has stopped what they’re doing, staring over at our group with expressions ranging from intrigue to confusion. Holy shit. Night Howler Academy. That’s not just a training camp — it’s the elite warrior academy. Only five candidates a year get in. How the hell is she going? She’s only fourteen. Doesn’t she still have school? I’m beyond confused. But mostly? I’m fucking impressed.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

"Alright, alright, Sander. Halt," I said, sighing exasperatedly when Sander was tugging my hand as we were near the location of the boot camp. The boot camp was set up near the river of Tana Forest to the north. That vast area was enough to have mandatorily gruesome training for the rookies and the pack warriors. Their mentors were the Gammas. Sometimes, Desmond and the two Betas, Oakley and Harvey, participated in teaching the privates.