The Academy's Weakest Became A Demon-limited Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The atmosphere reminded Damian of his own family outside the academy. In front of him, Zen appeared like a ray of hope, similar to how the gamer felt back in the cave hearing Sasha’s voice. They were born in a very dark world and thrust into a life full of blood. Yet, like a lotus, Zen was the only one who grew up untainted by the ugliness and rot. The academy was a place for candidates to develop their true potential. Of all the students he observed, Zen repeatedly proved with statistics that he had the highest potential to become the next godfather.

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

, I gritted my teeth, my knuckles clenched by the side as my parents threw me a glance. “Enough– Alpha Wolfe. What the hell do you want here, this is not your territory for you to joke around”, My Dad half-yelled, his brown eyes blazing with fury. I knew he was on the edge of losing it with Damon. No Alpha had ever stepped foot inside the bounty hunter academy. It was sacred ground—neutral and respected. The werewolves knew what the academy represented: order, protection, and centuries of fragile peace. They hated it, but they respected the boundaries.

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

“If anything, I think she’s a great fit for you because you can learn a lot from her about our world.” Again, I nodded. “Right, I supposed this settles it then. You know where to find me.” June smiled, but I didn’t miss the concern shadowing her features. I knew she’s worried about the whole Luca incident and what all this would mean for me. Luca—whose full name turned out to be Lucian—was a rogue wolf, outcasted by his own kind. When you’re outcasted, your powers get stripped, and you can’t get in touch with the spiritual realm or with the huntress. Somehow he managed to bypass it, and here we were.

After the leaders of the village and representatives of different kinds of werewolves heard what Kasper said, they held an emergency meeting. "Did the beta leader encounter the hunter?" asked one of the elders of our village. "Yes," Flint said. "With your condition earlier it seems that the hunter is becoming stronger!" "It's because she injects something to me therefore I cannot fight her," Flint explained. "That hunter knows our weakness and I'm sure that's what she used to you to be like that!"

Blood Oath Academy never truly saw morning. The fractured moon dimmed and brightened in endless cycles, but the sky remained suspended in that strange edge between night and something almost like day. Below him, the lower training grounds were empty. The wolves would arrive soon. He should have been preparing for drills, for rank discipline, for the thousand small things expected of the heir to the Lunar Dominion.