The Academy's Weakest Became A Demon-limited Hunter Novels & Stories

The corridors of Wildbourne were unchanged. Stone walls lined with banners. Names etched into tablets. The academy’s history written in victories and bloodshed, always framed as necessity, always justified. Jax had walked these halls as a god once. Now they felt narrower. Lumden led them past sealed wings and locked doors Jax had never been permitted to enter, down a spiral stair cut deep into the bedrock beneath the academy. “This place has trained elite hunters for over three hundred years,” Lumden said as they descended. “But it was never built for that purpose.”

I watch Gideon’s limbs twist and break as he changes from human to wolf, no wonder it hurt so much when my wolf came out; it looks like Gideon is breaking every bone in his body just to bring out his wolf. ‘Lead the way, Momma,' Gideon growls as he stretches out his wolf. I was so focused on Gideon that I didn’t realise everyone has shifted as well. Instead of two wolves, we’re now a small pack of seven, and the Academy doesn’t stand a chance. They have my son. They have taken the one thing that will ensure nothing can stop me until the Academy is nothing but a puddle of blood and a pile of ashes. They raised a killer, and now I’m going to show them what I’ve learned.

The tiny little bit of demon soul inside the shadow Doyen was enough for his purposes, for now. Once he had reached the Master, he would simply cut off Ace Hunter and let Leo Storkis take his place, with the Luna none the wiser. After all, Erin was mated to Doyen, their human counterparts had no control over the wolves.

"At the gathering. Yes, I know you warned me this might happen. No, I'm not ready to discuss it yet. But you were right. The signs are becoming impossible to ignore." I creep out of my room and position myself at the top of the stairs where I can hear better. Margaret is in her bedroom now, and her voice is getting more strained. "The girl needs training. She needs guidance. She needs people who understand what she actually is, because I clearly don't. You said the academy could help. You said they specialized in situations like this." My stomach drops. Academy. Training. Understanding what I am. "I know they were supposed to wait. I know the plan was to give her a normal life for as long as

I pushed myself upright, the shard burning in my palm, the contract scar screaming against my wrist, the Duskbane blood responding to the dissolution with a desperate attempt to maintain boundaries that were already becoming fluid. Elara descended from the altar, her feet touching the stone without weight, without substance, as if the ground itself had become optional. She moved through the gathered demons, and they parted for her, pressed their foreheads to the stone again, offered their devotion with a fervor that looked almost like love, almost like terror, almost like the absolute surrender of wills that had never been entirely their own. “The Academy,” she said, and her voice carried th

Marcus had talked about him the last few times we had spoken. The Demon Wolf as he was better known. Every few generations an Alpha would be born with him. Usually they became cruel and sadistic, Aamon eventually taking over fully. Hunters were well acquainted with the stories because when a new demon wolf was awakened, it usually meant that the elite hunters were sent to kill them before he could take over. Here I, an elite hunter, staring down the eyes of Aamon who was my mate. Desmond was strong enough to hold him back though. Until now, until I showed up and refused to see him.

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

There was no way she'd be able to sleep with so many questions in her head anyway. As they sat on Carrie's bed with bowls of cereal, Carrie began to explain. "Shadowbrook Academy is a school for supernatural beings, or genuses. It helps us develop and perfect our supernatural abilities, and also nurtures any natural talents or hobbies we have, all while giving us a regular education." Zeda's eyes widened as Carrie listed the different genuses in the academy: witches, mages, werewolves, vampires, and demons. She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon.

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

Matthew’s body was weak after taking all the hits. His left arm was clearly broken, he couldn’t even move it. His neck was being held and choked by the demon. Matthew could see her smirk through the small slit of his eyelashes. It pained his heart if it were to end like this. He barely even got to see what this world had to offer. Over the past year, he had spent his time at the academy. He hasn't started his adventure yet. It was a pity.