Hunter Academy Novels & Stories

, he said. Rainn is the first one to speak and said, "What is the Vindicta?" "We are a group of people who hunt those humans or super naturals that choose to hurt others. You can train if you choose to and maybe someday if you work hard enough then you can become one of us.” Rainn knew that this was what he wanted to do because he would never get what happened out of his mind. He needed to be able to get vengeance and, in doing so, keep others safe so no one else would ever have to live through what they had. He looked at his little brother and nodded to him. Liam reached up and grabbed his hand as they followed Ard’al to their new home.

I smiled at him and then got into the car while he shuts the door behind me. We started driving to the place where Shane named 'The Lions Cave' where he held illegal underground fights and placed bets for his fighters. We pulled up in a deserted alleyway where there were two buildings located on each side and one of them has a big black door located right on the middle. Jackson pulled over on the side of the building and we all got out of the car one by one and looked around.

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

But today, looks like I know her already. “Y-you’re—" He didn’t finish what he said when the one with the gray hair spoke. “Death.” He said. That means she was the one I fought when I was still going to Hell Cell? Hell Cell is where gangsters fight. Well not all of them are gangsters. Some are individuals. And I’m one of the non-gangsters. I’ve been training there for 2 years. 2 years ago, I found out that I could make impossible things. I was still surprised because it never entered my mind that there was such a school like this.

"I was born in a cell in this fortress. I learned to shift in a training yard where they beat us if we got it wrong. I want to teach pups how to use their abilities without fear." Hale appeared at the end of the corridor, his pale form still startling against the dark stone. He had stayed at the sanctuary after the battle, along with three dozen Frostmarch wolves who had nowhere else to go. "The training yard is ready. We've cleared the old obstacle course and built new targets. Defensive techniques only. No lethal drills." "Good," I said. "The school isn't a military academy. It's a place where young Moon-Wolves can learn to control their abilities without being afraid of them."

Monica asked, as despair etched on her face, “I don’t think that old man would stop until Weston appears, and I am scared, Miss Clark. I am scared of what they might do to him!” “He f*cking killed an Alpha’s daughter, Monica. What do you expect? Just let Weston roam in this land without getting revenge for his only daughter and his only heir?” despite the ugly words, Hunter’s voice was calm when he said those to Monica, but he couldn’t hide the contempt he felt because we both knew that Geneva didn’t deserve it. And yet we couldn’t blame Weston for the reason why he did that. “Based on my estimation, I guess around eight thousand Gamma soldiers from Black Haw Pack and five thousand more from

Upon discovering the rebel stronghold, Hunter and his team launched a decisive counterattack. This operation wasn’t only driven by the ambush that injured Hunter's men but also aimed to rescue the young individuals held captive by the rebels and rogues. Hunter received news that several boys from the town had been taken by the rebels and were being forcibly trained as fighters. These boys were taught how to handle firearms and were being prepared to combat the government.

And just like that, we put up a secret shoot at the Manor, to include a little surprise for Brandon on his grand finale. Brett called me the next day, as the official spokesperson for his boss’ request. There had been no more scuffles or troubles of any kind between the pervs at Quaker Hall and the children crusaders at Tinicum Hall, but they were holding a special summer night event on the 20, the Horror Camp or something like that. The grounds would be brimming with people who would take part in haunted attractions, escape games, and all kinds of fun indoors and outdoors from dusk to dawn, including a ghost hunt in the Mayflower building and Quaker Hall. There would be a ton of security sp

Hunter moved quickly and surely, avoiding some, giving signs of himself to divert others from his true objective, and when he had been trapped, every arrow that had landed he had felt their pain as a palpable blow, but he would not allow that empathy to overwhelm him. He wanted to scream his frustration, cut the ache from his heart. He had come to honor the discipline and teachings of the School, the values it espoused, its objectives and goals for the New Land. Now, all that was now lost to him. He was pariah, murderer, his life forfeit, and, worst of all, he had lost his friends. His plan was simple: make it to the valley. Once he got there, he could elude his pursuers. His only concern wa

"Ambush formation. No survivors." We melted into the shadows of the ancient oaks lining the drive, wolves in human skin, waiting. Headlights pierced the night, engines roaring as Hanlon's convoy charged in—armored trucks, mercenaries spilling out like rats from a sinking ship. Hanlon himself emerged from the central SUV, a tall, gaunt figure in a tailored suit soaked by the rain, his face a sneer of triumph under the floodlights. Silver hair plastered to his skull, eyes glowing with mad ambition. "Blackwood!" he shouted, voice amplified by a megaphone, echoing mockingly. "Your traitor's spilled everything. The heir's born—premature, weak. Hand him over, and I'll make your end quick. Resist,