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

And at that time the high council saw its opportunity. They tried to kill him, but neither magic nor conventional weapons could pierce the demon's skin. Even in its weakest moment, the creature was too powerful for them. Instead, they decided to imprison him. The newly built magic academy was to be his eternal prison. The deep well within the academy was chosen as the perfect place. The mages deepened it even more, as much as they could, and filled it with protective spells. Nothing could escape from there. They chose the location for his prison carefully. Dem taught them about spells and the passage of time. Each spell fades after enough time has passed. The stronger the spell, the faster i

Alec tried to pull away, but Zac helped hold him in place. “Hey!” Alec winced. “Stop hitting me!” “I am going to beat you senseless!” I yelled. “As much as I enjoy you hitting him, it wasn’t entirely his fault.” Hunter said as he unexpectedly grabbed the leg to keep me from hitting Alec for the eighth time. “We came across a demon while there, and Alec was injured. I thought he would be okay to keep watch, but he passed out from his injuries.” “You were injured?” I asked Alec as I released the leg, and Hunter let it fall to the ground.

With each hunt, he longed for a moment when his powers would be acknowledged and accepted. It was during one of these treacherous missions that Christopher's Divine Core was stolen, drained completely by a powerful blood demon. Exhausted and on the brink of defeat, he found himself staring into the dark abyss of failure. But just as despair threatened to consume him, another demon hunter, an experienced warrior with scars etched upon his face, came to his rescue. With his strength and guidance, they were able to defeat the blood demon and return to safety. Despite this victory, Christopher's heart sank when he learned that his father had shown no recognition or appreciation for his bravery a

The angel, Michael, from the Benevolent World; the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk, from the Ambivalent World; and the demon king, Lucifer, from the Malevolent World. This academy was the only school where the creatures of the three worlds could coexist. It was in the neutral zone, the home of the great tree Ygdrasil. And the young miss must attend and be recognized by the Demon King to be fully accepted in the Demon World. Gukasho knew that the Grand Duke cared for his only child, but if he wanted her to survive the Demon World, he must let his daughter be a monster worthy of her name. “What’s with Transylvania Academy?” Cent stretched like a cat before she sat on the bed to face the two, talking a

Alpha Anson He felt even more like a failure when he drove away from the academy without Ember. He had failed her as a guardian if she had felt that she couldn’t be herself around him or tell him everything that had been done to her. He hadn’t even known that some of the pups had bullied her.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

The moment I delivered Marvon to his first class, I didn’t know whether I should feel relieved or afraid. Mammon, who no doubt has entered the poor boy’s body, is the prince of greed. I can’t remember what he did exactly, but from what I have heard, he’s the one responsible for the downfall of the academy, which is the foundation of the hunters. Without the academy, there will be no more hunters, and without the hunters, the demons will prevail.

He yelled against the massive force. She used all of her magic but it was too weak. Her legs gave out as her body sagged and she was about to fall back but Eliot grabbed her in his arms. She was drained. She couldn't even move. Hunter's heart stuttered at her sight as he stepped forward to hold her but she flinched back into Eliot's embrace. "Don't," She was barely able to whisper that word staring at Hunter with dead hooded eyes. Eliot was gobsmacked by the crestfallen expression on Hunter's face. For Eliot Hunter was the strongest Alpha he had known and there was a saying that this man possessed no heart. But looking at him right now, he didn't know what to say anymore.

And she seriously couldn’t be thinking of the famous, overused line—Mother knows best. Sure, yeah. I mean I don’t doubt the intention behind Mom’s takeaways in everything I do. I knew she was always thinking of what was best for me, but when it came to her being a good judge of character? Yeah, maybe I should think twice. Starting now. “It’s nice to see you too,” I fight the urge to groan when I hear the gentleness in Hunter’s voice. You wouldn’t hear that every day. Since when does the biggest arrogant ass in Werewolf Academy have a soft spot for older women?