Hunter Academy Revenge Of The Weakest Novels & Stories

"Gigatron and the Wolf Pack teamed up... how are we supposed to fight this? We aren't even in the same league..." "This is what top-tier guild power looks like? I'm feeling so hopeless right now..." "The Wild One," Gavin Wilde, stared up at the Level 6 Apache thundering overhead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his eyes hollow with helplessness. The middle-aged man Dean's bulldozer had also been blown apart. He and the young man crawled out, faces streaked with blood, staring blankly at the surrounding sea of flame. Was this what became of the weak?

Only then did I come to my senses, in the current situation, the most important thing is to stay calm! I took a few deep breaths, it was true that my mind began to think more clearly, but in the end, the only thing I remembered was the image of the man struggling in a pool of his own blood, his neck spewing blood like a stream. Ah… damn, I've killed people. Before I thought that in this world, the most important thing in this world, besides money, was human life, but when I ended another life with my own hands, I had to accept that human life is really cheap. Humans can easily die but it is difficult to save lives.

Shane "So, what's going on?" Cameron sighs and sat down on one of the seats in front of my desk. "The skull breakers are back. But this time, they have a new leader and they're far from worst right now and I heard that they destroyed the Crescent gang in San Diego." He informed. I leaned back on my seat and stared up at the ceiling. Well this was far from what I was expecting to hear. Way to ruin my mood first thing in the morning

Sweat slicked his pale elven skin, tracing the ridges of scars, pooling in the hollow of the brand. The Duskbane crescent. Seared into his chest by her own hand. His religion. His punishment. His purpose. "Again!" the instructor shouted. Austin struck. Again. Again. The blade became his breath, his heartbeat, his only language. Seventeen death missions had taught him this: combat was prayer, and survival was the only god that answered. A servant girl whispered to another at the yard's edge. He shouldn't have heard. His ears caught everything. "I saw the White Witch. She's at the gates."

Cross and Reeves were brown and tan respectively, both powerful but lacking the killer instinct of true Alphas. *Take the weakest first,* Lucas advised. We moved as one, launching ourselves at Cross. He tried to dodge, but we were faster. Our jaws clamped down on his throat, and I felt his submission immediately. He went limp, acknowledging defeat. One down. Kane came at us from the side, his teeth seeking our exposed flank. We spun, catching his muzzle with our claws. He yelped, blood streaming from the gashes. *Behind us!* Reeves had circled, going for our hindquarters. We leaped aside, but not fast enough. His teeth found purchase on our left hind leg, sending white-hot pain up our spine.

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

Hunter I lie on the table, completely drained, but already awake. I don’t know how many times I had my blood drained, cause whenever I’m healed, it all starts all over again. Even Red retreated to the back of my mind, too weak to stay with me. That fucker Armstrong knows that slicing my throat won’t kill me; he fought against Undeads before with my mother, so he knows the weaknesses and strengths of one. Which means he can keep doing the same thing over and over again without killing me.

Pumunta sa una ang lalaki at yumuko. Hellios handed the Director a dagger and made a small cut on the guy's neck. Eli winced a bit. The Director took out a vial containing the blood from Eli's neck. “Welcome to the Legion, Lie, Manslayer 110.” He did the same thing on the next one. “Atticus Hart. Welcome to the Legion, Rhodes, Manslayer 111. Marcelina Farren, we welcome you to the Legion, Vixen, Manslayer 112.”

In all of Khenealm, the only recognized who achieved such lengths was Sir Vance and Ryder, although Ryder is still recognized as the strongest. Raeya was recalling another legend that she heard from the elders. It was a story of the strongest man before. That man was a hunter. He was born in the jungle and was trained in the wild ways. The Shore loved this man and gave him the title of the strongest. However as years of his reign went by, greed and pride got the better of him. He self-proclaimed that he was able to reach such a level all by himself and that there was no need to recognize the Shore because he said that he was the physical manifestation of the Shore. With his folly, he wasn’t