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

Caroline remembered Colton killing supernatural creatures with his sword and beheading their head into two pieces. He had tattoos all over his body, not that he made it out of fashion. It was because he was chosen to be a hunter. A lot of humans train to be a hunter, but not everyone is chosen. At the same time, the chosen hunters had their own disadvantages. They always have the urge to kill vampires, werewolves, or other creatures. Because the more they kill, the stronger they become.

And in Utah, at Storm Academy, Celeste Valentina Morau—born 2011, ancient wizard bloodline finally awakened in fire and storm—had already signed off on the boy who wrote he had nothing to lose. Because sometimes the ones who expected death were the only ones strong enough to carry new life. Or so the legends went. Nico didn’t know any of that. He just knew the bell would ring soon. And when it did, he’d walk back to the dorm with Kai still chattering, Jax smirking, Theo watching quietly. He’d lie on his bunk and stare at the ceiling. And wait for whatever came next. Because that was all he’d ever done. Wait.

I'm facing a demon Lord. ''GET AWAY FROM HIM!!'' Suddenly the tortured demon stared getting up and told the other demon to get away from me. " He is not you're equal. That demon is a member of Elite class at Ragnarok Academy and an Arch Demon'' Random:(Arch Demon at his age!!. No wonder his abnormal strength) Kiri: Ban, we're leaving. She seemed worried. I understand. She did not want me to get involve any further. Lisa did warn me from getting too close to the Academy and their students. I'm pulling out.

That spot belongs to me. How do I explain this? Should I tell her the truth? Would she be weirded out? She’s from the orphanage system—nothing to her name, no family. That’s how the Academy traps girls like her. They have nothing, and we offer them a life. A luxurious life, one they can't ever refuse. And they take it, because the alternative is starvation. Or worse. "Uhm," I mumble when she turns to look at me. "What?" She asks with a frown.

The Academy's Alpha recruits had formed defensive lines around the dormitories. Most of them had barely finished their first year of training. Yet there they stood. Terrified. Bleeding. Holding the line. They reminded me of children pretending to be soldiers. Until one of them shifted mid-battle and tore through a mutant twice his size. Perhaps they weren't pretending anymore. Hunter had arrived before us. His shadows spread across the battlefield like living creatures. Every swing of his hand sent another wave of darkness crashing into the mutants. The creatures simply disappeared beneath the shadows.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

His arch enemy was hard to find. But a few years ago, he had found out who was his arch enemy. It was an organisation called The Demon Hunters. The Hunters was a large organization runned by humans who go around catching and killing demons. They strongly believed that demons harm the world and people. With their existence, humans can never have peace. They have a strong hatred towards demons and demons vice versa.

"Well, what exactly can I do? I'm not a scientist either. It might be more useful for you to go to the students at MIT than me." "No, you are the key to this experiment. Blood Hunters have an endless lifespan, but you also have inherent weaknesses. For example, each of you individually has a nemesis item. This thing can make you very weak and even kill you. Also, although you have overcome your physical instinct to suck blood, most of you are still plagued by blood thirst and need to take tranquilizers regularly." As expected of the Allied Holy Order family, he studied Blood Hunters very thoroughly. Our strengths, our weaknesses, he knew all of them. This was the experience that Allied Holy

’ Eric and Genevieve thought to themselves but didn’t dare say anything out loud as they noticed that Marcus’ mood had significantly improved as he had started to skip round his grandfather “But without any active abilities no academy will accept him.” Eric said with a sight tactfully choosing his words so as not to ruin the mood “Nonsense, with me around who needs a filthy academy let by a bunch of untalented Hunters.” Sword-saint Predator harrumphed and Marcus only grew more excited and both Eric and Genevieve could only shake their head as a smile wormed its way into their formerly gloomy faces.

Even I took down a demon when I was fourteen. It was my rite of passage to be a full-fledged hunter. My mother chose my target. Of course, she’d chosen one of the most difficult supernatural beings to face. It nearly killed me, but I killed the demon before he managed to kill me. I remember how proud mom was when I returned with the demon’s head, organs in canisters for study and spells, and the rest of his body in a canister of ashes.