Hunter Academy Revenge Of The Weakest Novels & Stories

98 | A L E X I S ' T A S K *** Today Reinhard and Damien went to the werewolf palace, and the inauguration ceremony would be held the following day. Damien was already waiting in the limousine, while Wouter, one of the four strongest generals of Damien's shadow army, sat in the driver's seat. During these few days, Wouter underwent very intense combat training with the other three strongest generals of the shadow army. Ares, Ansel, and Andrew actually fought 3 to 1 with Wouter. Damien had them do that because Wouter was a bit behind in terms of fighting ability.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

For the first time in years my pulse flutters wildly beneath my skin, and the confidence I always wear like armor cracks down the middle. “No, fuck, please don't, don't do this to me lex, stay with me!” She isn't moving, and her bleeding isn't stopping. The figure shifting from distance catches my attention quickly and I pick my gun from the side, grinding my teeth hard, shooting right at the back of his head. He deserves worse, but Alexa not dying is my priority. The slight shift in my arms doesn't let me watch as he falls to his death. “Ethan?” “I’m here, I’m here, stay awake with me hmm, the ambulance is on their way.”

“We rebuilt. Smarter. Stronger.” He lifted his head slightly. “And next time?” Her smile was sharper this time, colder. “Next time… we won’t wait to be hunted.” A beat. “We’ll hunt first.” Jerry raised his glass. “To the hunter.” She clinked hers against his. “To never be prey again.” They drank, and the fire burned on, quiet, steady, like them. ~~*~~ A week later, Aria sat in Lucent’s underground command floor reviewing the decrypted fragments Helena had begun pulling from Operation Requiem. Among the thousands of data points was a single chilling phrase:

This was the time when Sean finally released his pent up anger for years, he was finally going to avenge his mother's death and every other horrible thing this monster made him do. They both started fighting and even if Stephan was quite aged he was strong, he matched Sean's every punch but Sean still had the upper hand maybe it was because the right was on his side. The door on one side opened and a few men came to pull Sean back from their boss. I thought only three of them were there? I had Sean's phone in my hand so I texted Harry and Nick to come as fast as they could.

But The Reaper knew that returning thee she-wolf back would kickstart his true plans for the pack! But first’s thing first was dealing with Hunter. “Give up, little boy.” He was suspended in the air by his dark powers. “You saw how I dealt with your friends back in the Dark Valley, play with me and I will crush you in seconds.” Hunter, despite being held in the grip of The Reaper's dark powers, refused to show fear. His eyes glowed with determination as he retorted, "I won't let you harm Lin or anyone else. You may have defeated others, but I'm not just a 'little boy.' I've trained for this moment, and I won't back down."

He gave a sign of relief. Every clan was to fight Hall of Hell academy and take over the most skilled academy, and about 99 clans have fought, even the weakest in their academy, but still lost the crown... When it was time for Imperio Pecaminoso to step into the stage... Alan brought out his most powerful reserve guys, trained mainly for just Imperio Pecaminoso, Muscular Men….

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

He snarls, head low, teeth bared, his entire body tensed to strike. “Kill them all,” I whisper, voice shaking with anger. He launches without hesitation. His jaws close around Reaper’s shoulder, and with a sickening crunch, he rips the entire arm free from its socket. Blood sprays across the floor. Screams echo through the room. Reaper goes down hard. The hunters panic. Some fire wildly. Others try to flee. Another wolf crashes in, it's similar to Zion’s but older, his eyes cold and full of judgement. Zion’s father. They tear through the Arkan as if they are the embodiment of my wrath itself.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.