Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

She was always so composed, as if she was born for moments like these. What else do you expect from someone who as literally born to be a warrior? "Alright, ladies," a voice called out. I turned to see the instructor - a huge man with a stern face, step forward. "This is a three-day hunt. Your goal is to capture or bring down the game within your assigned routes. You'll be given a bow and arrows, knives, and your horse. Keep in mind, this isn't just about your skills—it’s about proving your leadership and survival instincts. A Luna isn’t just a title; it's earned."

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

he told me. "Charles" I whispered placing my hand on top of his lightly causing him to look at me sympathy in his eyes "I'll be careful, I know they all will jump at the chance to hurt me" I whispered out. "There's two section one starts in thirty minutes, hand to hand combat, but the second one" he started while taking a deep breath "it's the hunt" he whispered. "What's the hunt" I questioned him. "The hunt is where your partnered with one other person, but" he said looking up into my eye's again "but if one dies no charges are pressed, its fair game" he stated quietly causing me to let out a gasp and my eye's to widen.

he said with a knowing grin. I shook my head, mirroring his smile yet again. "What are our plans for the day then?" "There's a basic training class on in the far cavern if you're up for it." "Sounds like fun." It’d be interesting to see how Scorchers trained. "Let's go then," he said, stretching his arms above his head as he stood up. I nodded, indulging myself in one last look at Aaron’s rumpled bed before following his brother out. "Oh, heads up about the teacher."

"What the hell is going on here?" I looked up through my tangled hair to see another young man approaching—blonde hair, dark eyes, and an expression of disgust as he took in the scene. Another Hunter brother. This had to be Hades. "Oh, hey Hades," Hank said casually. "Just teaching someone about academy hierarchy." "This is disgusting," Hades said, his voice cold. "Eight against one? Really?" "She started it," Veronica protested. "She disrespected—" "I don't care what she did." Hades's eyes flashed dangerously. "This stops now."

Three armed mercenaries stood at the base of the lowered hydraulic ramp, rifles slung across their tactical vests. A flatbed truck was parked beside the ramp, its engine still running. Four men were unloading a steel shipping crate from the back, using a hand winch to slowly drag it toward the edge of the flatbed. I backed into the shadow of a container and pulled a thermal scanner from my belt. After switching it on, I raised the viewfinder to my eye and focused the lens on the side of the steel crate. The screen flickered before a bright red heat signature appeared inside.

she was disgusted. "Not…exactly. They can't put "Killing Wolves 101" in the syllabus since there are many kids that attend, not just Red Hoods. But the school teaches what they call life skills: hunting, tracking, combat, firearms, what have you. They also teach mythology which, looking back, is their cover for explaining, well, you. There is advanced training that you can attend, after graduation. My brothers went there. I left as soon as I turned eighteen and moved to Montana. I didn't think that they would follow me all the way here," he explained, looking a tad sheepish.

He had been for a run — it was seven AM and he had been running for an hour because he ran every morning, rain or cold or general indifference on the world's part, and came back with damp hair and clear eyes and the specific energy of someone who had thoroughly used their body and was now ready to be present for whatever the day had. He looked at the two of us at the table. "Cell collapsed," I said. "I heard." He went for coffee, came back, stood at the counter. "All seventeen confirmed?" "Yes." He nodded once. Processing, filing. "What happens to the apprentice Hunter." "Oversight rehabilitation program," I said. "She was twenty-five. Recruited out of a training track that didn't know about

Except I know that on nights Max doesn’t have a girl over, he’s jerking it to the sound of us. Personally, that'd be great. Well, Hana has insisted on training me to be a hunter. I’m not as skilled as she is and will likely never be. She’s been training her whole life, including against werewolves, before her aunt joined the family and added the hunter training. While it’s been fun to learn to fight properly and become more flexible, Malcolm takes FULL advantage of it, if you know what I mean. I can and have held my own on the rare assignments for The Mythical Alliance. Fuck. I can’t believe I get to say I’m part of anything mythical that’s not like DnD or similar.

“Alpha Damien, Hunter has arrived.” It’s Sierra. What a great timing. And I meant that sarcastically. Hunter is famously known as the best warrior trainer in all of the United States. When I was on my three-day vacation I realized that Catherine needs to develop her warrior skills so she could fulfill her role as the Luna of Blood Moon Pack. Furthermore, I figured she’d be able to use it to defend herself effectively in case I wasn't there to protect her. That would prevent any more problems in the near future.