A violent headache split his vision in two, sending blood trickling down his nostrils as he instinctively pulled his hands away, clutching his head and letting out a pained yelp. “Arrggh!” he screamed, frustration mingling with a strange sensation. Yet, as he touched the beast’s wound, the system flickered to life within his mind, offering cryptic messages that captured his attention.[Creature is palatable with user][User must be A rank to bond with a S ranked creature] [Rank needed to use animal bonding skill: B+]Coughing out blood, Jeremy felt his body tremble, the realization dawning on him that the beast was too strong. “My eyesight! The beast is too strong,” he thought, groping around blindly for a moment as he crawled, his vision clouded and becoming increasingly desperate.“Is it possible? I’m a B- exorcist... Yet, this temporary ascension should qualify me, right?” Jeremy mused, turning toward the beast with bloodshot eyes that seemed to reflect his inner turmoil. The
The being, cornered and desperate, summoned all its cursed energy for an attack.“You will regret this! Cursed technique: Oblivion’s Wrath!”The being unleashed a massive wave of dark energy, threatening to engulf Elijah, but he stood his ground.“Not today!” With a primal roar, Elijah gathered his own energy, pushing back against the wave with a powerful technique, the clash of energies creating a blinding explosion that lit up the battlefield.The shockwave sent everyone reeling, but in the center of it all stood Elijah, unwavering, channeling all his strength into one final strike.As the two forces collided, the ground shook violently, and the air filled with a deafening roar. The being’s expression twisted with rage and desperation as it tried to withstand Elijah’s might, but the overwhelming force of the guild master began to shatter its defenses."No! I will not be defeated!”As the battle reached its climax, the air crackled with energy, and the tension was palpable. It becam
"I think the animal bonding was also influenced by what Owen told me the other day about being related to the wolves," he thought, a newfound sense of connection stirring within him. But as he contemplated this, an irritation welled up deep inside his gut."I think this is what vampires and werewolves feel for each other," he mused. A moment later, he added with a hint of envy, "I wish I had belonged to the vampire’s history instead; they sound cooler."Almost immediately, a flood of memories began to pour into his mind, overwhelming him. "Whose memories are these?" he pondered, trying to sift through the chaos. He saw a younger version of someone with similar appearance to Owen, standing opposite another individual who possessed an athletic physique and an undeniable aura. The man's glowing eyes were fierce, contrasting sharply with Owen's own glow and red veins visible on his temples and forehead."What does this mean..." Jeremy's wonder was abruptly interrupted by a sharp pang
"I'm supposed to be ready by now," Jeremy mused, his gaze fixated on the bright screen of his phone. The clock read 6 AM, and a wave of anxiety washed over him. "I hope she isn't mad!" he exclaimed under his breath, hastily inserting his spare key into the lock of the front door."I knew this spare key would come in handy," he muttered to himself, closing the door behind him with the utmost care. As he turned to survey the living room, his heart sank at the sight of his mother, Sophie, slumbering peacefully on the worn-out couch. The dim light of dawn cast a soft glow over her features, highlighting the lines of exhaustion that had carved themselves into her face over the years."She waited up all night," Jeremy noted, a pang of guilt settling in the pit of his stomach. The sight of her, vulnerable and tired, stirred something deep within him.He glanced around the living room, taking in the fraying furniture and the clutter that had accumulated over time. "Don’t worry, Mum," he t
"Say, old man—" Jeremy began, but he was quickly cut off."Don't call me an old man!" Owen retorted, his voice a mix of irritation and mock indignation."Fine, Prince Owen," Jeremy teased, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Have you ever fought a werewolf before?" "Dumbass... of course! We were literally at war in times past," Owen replied, rolling his eyes at the question."Okay then, during those times, have you ever encountered an individual who possessed an athletic physique and fierce, glowing red eyes?" Jeremy inquired, his curiosity piqued."Of course!" Owen exclaimed, punctuating his point by thrusting a needle toward Jeremy, who barely managed to dodge it. "Werewolves are naturally physique freaks, and—wait, did you say he had red eyes?!" Owen’s tone shifted, a newfound intensity in his gaze."Yes?" Jeremy uttered, intrigued by the sudden change in Owen's demeanor."Then that one is special. He is what we call an alpha," Owen stated, his expression serious."An alpha
As Jeremy and Celicia approached the designated meeting point, a row of sleek black cars lined the curb, their polished surfaces gleaming under the afternoon sun. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and an unspoken tension that hung heavily in the air. James Detroit stood at the forefront, exuding an unmistakable air of authority. He was dressed immaculately in a perfectly tailored black suit that hinted at both power and sophistication. His polished shoes glinted as he shifted his weight, and the black goggles perched on his forehead gave him an enigmatic edge, masking his eyes and adding to his imposing presence.For the first time, Jeremy felt a surge of confidence as he locked eyes with James, a silent challenge passing between them. "He is still stronger!" Jeremy noted to himself, acknowledging the disparity in their power even as he approached with a newfound determination."Get in the car, Celicia," James commanded, his voice firm and unyielding. Celicia nodded, her
Jeremy didn’t respond as he exited the office, the door closing behind him with a heavy thud. His mind was already racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. The Detroit family, the Dark Horses Guild, the mysterious Blackthorn—everything seemed to be converging on him at once, threatening to overwhelm him. But Jeremy was determined to stand his ground. He wasn’t going to let anyone—not Burke, not the Detroit family, and certainly not some shadowy figure from his past—control his destiny.As he stepped out into the cool night air, the city’s lights casting long shadows on the pavement, Jeremy’s resolve hardened. He knew what he had to do. The time for doubt was over; it was time to take action.“Now it’s time,” he thought to himself, the words echoing in his mind like a battle cry. “Dark Horses Guild, here I come.”*> <*Jeremy’s footsteps echoed ominously through the dimly lit corridors of the Dark Horse Guild, each step a haunting reminder of the battles he had just survived. His fac
Out of respect, Jeremy complied, settling into the chair with a calm demeanor. Elijah’s presence alone commanded reverence—not just within his own guild but across several others. His leadership was legendary, and his strength, though still at A+ rank, was spoken of in tones usually reserved for S ranked hunters. The S rank, the threshold where heroics transcended into the realm of the supernatural, had eluded him. Now, with the weight of time bearing down, Elijah had resigned himself to the likelihood that he would never cross that final threshold. Retirement loomed closer than ascension to the god-tier, and his thoughts increasingly turned toward Jessica, the C+ ranked hunter he planned to groom as his successor.Elijah's eyes, sharp and intense, radiated a cautious energy that kept everyone on edge.“Jeremy, I’ve heard quite a bit about you—from Jessica and other sources,” Elijah began, leaning forward slightly, his chin resting on his clasped hands, supported by elbows planted