The Academy's Weakest Became A Demon-limited Hunter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“No, that was me…In some strange sort of way. My demon was the one holding everybody down. He was persistent on the fact that we shouldn’t show them our powers.” “That’s the reason why he didn’t heal your spine as the massive wolf was crushing it,” Hendrick observes. “And I guess that’s connected to my wolf hiding as well,” I chime in, getting a murmur to go through the room. Kai nods, holding my hand to squeeze it. “And as she was attacked, Ace took over.” “As well as the guardians,” Artemisia adds with a sigh. Alpha Cayden pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep sigh. “Goddess, what a mess.”

She became a hero in the eyes of the Hunter Association after ‘saving’ the four female hunters. Just like Titania, Amara was thinking of being cautious and careful not to give away her true identity. She should act like an ordinary human with no superpower. She took note of the Academy Rules. She needed to stay in the Academy until she got the chance to see the President in person and kill him. With that goal in mind, she would do her best not to break any rule of the Academy. In the morning, Amara also joined the class. Since Titania was injured and couldn’t attend class in the meantime, Amara joined Titania’s team. She would be in Titania’s team until they graduated from this student hunte

"And what? Let her devour the humans? Have you forgotten what her power is? She uses her voice to devour souls! We just can't let her be! Maybe we need to fight her all at once!" Dante firmly shook his head. "No! What if we fail and she kills everyone? These poor humans will be left with nothing and they will be annihilated by demons!" A snort interrupted their argument and they turned to the source of mockery to see Lancelot, a newly recruited hunter. "I personally think the hunters you send are nothing but weaklings and cowards." He arrogantly said and his arrogance received negative reactions from his colleagues. If there is arrogance personified, that would be Lancelot. He had only passe

And I swear the building shook. So yeah. This was my new home. Three sex demons apparently lived here. And one of them just invited me to join their welcome ceremony. I rested my forehead against the hallway wall and exhaled. I was never surviving this academy. Forget hunters. Forget kidnappers. These men were going to be the death of me.

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.

“Immortals are born with the immortality genes, right?” “Correct. We are born with those genes, but they do not activate until the demon child is three years old. And if a kid fails to produce them even when they turn five years old, they are discarded and in the local language we call them weak bloods. Weak bloods can’t even manifest a demon wolf, so they almost turn into the weakest kind of mortal and they can die…”

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