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

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.

Davina’s voice echoed in my head as I flashed back to when we were young, before she had been appointed the position of the Dean of Canis Academy. She had been so angry when I had coldly rebuffed her when she told me that the school board wanted me to join its rank after graduation. It had been a long time ago. Deucalion had joined without hesitation. It was there that he had found his mate, and it was the reason why his daughter Leia could never be expelled whenever she broke the rules and regulations of the school. Then the war started. Humans, werewolves and witches alike had been caught in the crossfire. An old god of the dark wanted to be revived and many people had been sacrificed beca

I pressed my palms to the floor, trembling, unable to lift my eyes to his. “Ace… I belong to them. Cross. I was raised in their academy. I was trained to kill. I was their assassin. And all along, I never knew what I was doing.” My tears dripped onto the floor, hot and endless. “I didn’t know they were wolves. I didn’t know they were families. I didn’t know I was a hunter.” The silence between us was unbearable. I forced myself to look up, my chest heaving. His expression was carved from stone, his jaw tight, his eyes colder than ice.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

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?

But, their attacks don’t reach us because of the barriers that protect the entire school. “W-what kind of creatures are they?” Caya stammered and exclaimed out of confusion and there was also a trace of intense fear in her. She is shaking. “Demons!” Acanta answered, who was usually calm and quiet in any kind of situation, but now, I could not fathom the expression on her face. “Demons are attacking the whole Academy. Our celestial duty–” “You don't have to remind us about that duty you were talking about, Nicanor. Storm Magic: Doubling Disaster, Lightning Tornado!” Raid interrupts what Nicanor was saying and then hastily rushes at the opponents.

The other two whom she had contacted hop on to the same bus and they reach Hokkaido at the haunted place the next day. They get out of the bus and stretch their arms and legs. The two girls were Ayame’s seniors and were yokai hunters. Both of them came from a lineage of yokai hunters, so they had incredible potential in them. They were ranked A by the hunters and as an unspoken rule; the first to get the job doesn’t get the job if someone of higher rank notices the same job. It automatically gets transferred to the person having the higher rank. A-ranking hunters were quite few, amounting only to 57. Originally there were a lot more but they perished in yokai wars or individual hunts for god

[Max’s POV] Damen has a great point. Only a few times in the history of our shared lands has any hunter demon breached our borders. This is not a coincidence, and for it to be at the club, so close to the four of us. “Let’s send out some scouts to track the hunter down. We will need at least two scouts from each of our packs, lairs, and covens on this mission,” I instruct with a hint of concern in my voice. “I agree. I think we should have Gia and her son meet with Trinton for a reading of her potential abilities as well,” Damen requests. Trinton is the high warlock of Saint Paul. He is a magnificent being with strong psychic abilities. He and his coven are also highly trusted allies to our