Hunter Academy Revenge Of The Weakest の小説・ストーリー

ᯓ★ Ginger rushed to the villain’s lair, breathing heavily because she was in a hurry and didn’t want to be late. If she wanted to stay longer in her enemies’ workplace and be successful with the execution of her revenge plan, then she would need to follow one of the codes of conduct, which was punctual. “Wait, hold the elevator!” Yelled, Ginger at the person who was about to enter the elevator while she was running. She was so busy catching her breath, she didn’t notice it was Charlie. Ginger just realized it when Charlie spoke.

Cody even tried to grab my hand, but Noah stepped in to block him. “Emily, I know I was wrong. I’ll never listen to my mom again. “Because of my sister, I lost my job. Yet, my mom still wants me to get her out of prison. I’m really starting to hate her! “From now on, I’ll only listen to you. Please forgive me. Just look at me, Emily. Please?” I remembered how, in my last life, I had begged their family in the same pitiful way. Cody’s response back then had been, “You brought this on yourself. You deserve it.”

The once formidable vampire elder, who had posed a grave threat to Chastity and the entire pack, found himself unable to withstand the relentless assault from the united front of the Red Moon warriors. Xander, fueled by a potent blend of rage and determination, delivered powerful blows that weakened Dylan's defenses. Limuel, the seasoned beta, exploited every opening with calculated strikes, leaving the vampire elder increasingly vulnerable. Ethan, showcasing the skills he had honed through intensive training, added his strength to the onslaught. Jack, with his agility and strategic acumen, complemented the assault with swift and precise movements.

Everything that had been spilled today, it all came back to the dead bitch who was most likely currently rotting in the depths of Tartarus, whose name was Crystal, and her bastard psychotic father Gerrald Gold. I saw as he ran towards me from the side of my vision; he had his Ruby coloured dagger unseathed, ready to stab me too. Pushing Andrew out of the way, I jump over him, and unseathe my own dagger. As I land on my feet, I can hear his rapid footsteps, running towards me and screaming. I easily evade his attack by shifting to the side, as if I was doing the Toosie Slide. The combat training that I had gotten from Tristan helped me focus; I didn't only fight with my body, but also my mind

We had to win this war that was coming up, no matter what it would take. *** At the dungeon on the far left of the hunter’s compound, Hunter and Caleb were tied to a chair and fed with a chemical that would weaken every part of their component. They were beyond weak, but were trying their best not to give up. It was getting increasingly hard to achieve that. But, they had to try for the sake of their pack. They had not been trained to be weak, and no matter what happened now, it would not change their resilient silent spirit. “I think Mike was wrong as always,” Hunter grumbled.

Ethan felt his ribs strain, his vision blurring. But the System whispered calmly in his ear: [Counter pattern identified. Weak point: left side ribcage, beneath armor seam.] Ethan seized the knife, twisting his body. With a roar, he drove the blade into Vance’s side, burying it deep beneath the armor seam. Vance’s eyes widened, shock flickering across his scarred face. He staggered back, gasping. Ethan rose, panting heavily, and delivered the final shot point-blank to the mercenary’s chest.

Alex As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the forest, I gathered my men in the clearing just outside our camp. The anticipation was palpable, each warrior's face a mask of grim determination. We had trained for weeks for this moment, honing our skills and sharpening our blades. Our target: Zane's pack, the ruthless wolves who had taken our Alpha, Amanda. There was a burning fire in my chest, a need for vengeance that mirrored the resolve I saw in the eyes of my comrades. I knew we couldn't lose. Not tonight. Not when Amanda's life hung in the balance.

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colours, his weakness evident to his bosses the heightened their force. He dodges the strike of a smart rogue, maybe not so smart as he clamps his face with his rough hands, crushing his bones, his claws dishing deep into his face. He aims for the one he suspects to be the master, his mask has feathers and his physique is larger. Mid-way, he realises it is a wrong decision. He is too weak to indulge the leader, what if his brothers are weaker?

For what I have done, I accept the punishment bestowed on me for my disrespectfulness. My tender apology to you all. And with my most grateful respect to Nathan, our leader himself, I am sorry for my approach towards you. Please forgive me. Nathan smirked and let go of the bottom. Relieving the girls of their misery. They were all already weeping on the ground. The last time they felt that same pain was back in the day, when they were still under training. The pain was terrible, like their backbone was being pulled backward. Nathan went close to Emily and said to her: Weakness or weakness is the only way to kill a man, and that's why real assassins don't have one. Look at your weakness. Love