Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

...Hunter POV... I was growing agitated. I didn't want to be here in the first place, but once I was informed that someone was stealing from me, I decided to deal with the issue personally. No one steals from the Reaper and gets away with it. I am one of the most feared men in the world. I was abandoned as a baby and was forced to fend for myself at an early age. I grew up in Soacha, Colombia. One of the most dangerous cities in the world. I came from nothing, and nothing was ever given to me. I always had to fight for what I wanted. I became ruthless as my compassion for others died out. My desire for power is what drove me to where I am today. I was a kid when I started working as a drug m

Mist clung to the broad woodland surrounding it, thick enough to cover anythingwolves, shadows, maybe even bodies. My pulse was hammered. “This looks like a haunted castle, not a school.” The tall man’s mouth twisted in a humorless smile. “That’s because this place doesn’t teach the living. It trains survivors.” My throat is dry. I murmured, “And if I don’t survive?” The younger agent with the disconcerting blue eyes leaned closer, too close. His breath ghosted over my ear. “Then you’ll be food.” I flinched, but the woman silenced him with a harsh glare before opening the car door. “Rory Hale. Welcome to Obsidian Academy.”

“I will kill him with my bare hands.” Ah, I so wish that was possible. Hunter knows that Dante and I are both primordial wolves, hell I wonder how it must feel for him, when we were in the last year of the academy. We graduated early, at twenty-one, Hunter- then twenty-five taught us everything we needed to know about daggers, knives, swords, and how to throw a punch in the right place. It must be unbelievable that the person he once trained with has the guts to kill his little sister; I place a hand on his shoulder, offering my comfort and warmth. We both stare at our wives without saying a word.

Hunters Association Academy had different training grounds for their student hunters such as a big and small gym, a mini forest having different traps and obstacles for simulation activities, and an open area for shooting guns, dart, and arrows as well as for swordsmanship. They also had a special battleground for the group and individual competition. Hunters were all around fighters. They could fight with weapons or without weapons. Student hunters should learn different fighting skills before they could become a certified hunter. The Hunters Association Academy would teach them fist-to-fist combat, shooting, swordsmanship, fighting using knife and daggers, and different techniques on how t

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

​The day’s responsibilities were vast and split across two fronts. While Laura stood within the sunlit amphitheater of the Dawn Academy of Frequencies overseeing the final graduation trials of her first cohort of students, Dave prepared a specialized reconnaissance unit for a high-priority expedition toward the remote western frontier. ​Inside the academy training grounds, two dozen young initiates—a mix of valley youths and mountain tribe recruits—stood in tight formation.

Everyone blinked rapidly. "You little shits," I said around a smile. "What the fuck are you riding bitch on this for?" Hunter ‘Tank' Matthews was a former Navy SEAL. Short cropped light brown hair, a long wiry body, and pale blue eyes, I'd helped recruit him for personal protection for Penn and Willow. He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right.

definitely projecting'. Dumping some books into my locker in the hallway, I trudge up to my floor, the geek floor. The Fangs Academy offered training in two levels, guns and ammo, and computers in addition, each level had necessary subs it offered to it's students, agility-endurance, hand-to-hand combats and the likes. So even a geek like me was trained in hand-to-hand if they wished. I didn't wish though, opting for agility-endurance training, that taught how to survive any situation with quick thinking, majorly.

I looked around the room, then stated, my voice cutting through the rising commotion, “We won't force you to stay, but it's a choice between being willing to survive and choosing to die. I didn't lie. We have a weapon against the renegades, and we can win this war, but only if we stand together.” Hunter's lips curved into a sultry smirk, causing my heart to thunder. Then his eyes returned to Volkov and a few others who glared at him. “I was sent to that training camp when I was a kid. They told us there were several survivors, but no one saw them,” Hunter started. “Now I know that they were sent to Lagunov to become his soldiers. They were kids who hated all of you, and they were trained to