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

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

was the line that I shouted to the demon army over and over like a broken record. My goal was to meet my death that was why I didn’t hit the brake at all. I was hoping Demon Akheron would appear when I met my death as he was the one who collected the dead souls of werewolves in Sabbatical Valley to hell. That sometimes during the journey to hell, the Heaven creatures would kidnap some of them who considered as being good and that these Heaven creatures would hurt Akheron’s skin because he was a demon, a creature of darkness.

[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

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

Morwen stood on the dais, gripping her staff like it’s the only thing holding her upright. “Last night,” she started, her voice strained, “the Hearthstone… changed. The wards strengthened. This is unprecedented.” She scanned the crowd, her eyes lingered on me too long. “Such power does not appear without cost,” she continued. “Someone in this academy has meddled with forces beyond their understanding. And I will find them.” Kael snorted beside me. “Meddled? It’s a miracle!” Elian’s eyes were widened with awe. “It feels… like a blessing.”

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.

I can't shift, have no specific powers of my own, and the ability to see dead people would make me a freak even by their own standards. The academy was born out of a treaty between werewolves and the Eld, a species of immortal shifters from another dominion. What was meant to be a facility for learning and inclusivity was now a hotspot for influential politicians and tycoons looking to further their way in the immortal world. I've heard of parents injecting certain compounds into their children just to get them accepted. I wasn't manufactured out of a syringe, though. No, that would make things a lot easier, because then I'd know exactly what made me the way I am. But I am weird all by mysel

"In the literal sense, yes. But I don't think that's what you're asking me about" "Well, that's who we are. Hunters: part demon, part angel, part human. Sort of like tribrid creatures. We were born to hunt and take out the demons in this world, gifted with the blessings of angels, and we've existed for as long as the normal human race, maybe even longer. When a demon stumbles into this world, it's our job to find and send the demon back to its home dimension. Hunters are born with special abilities, what you mortals will call 'super powers', and we definitely live longer than mortals, if we don't die in battle. For instance, I was born with the ability of conviction. My brothers, Jason was g