A Barbarian Was Admitted To The Academy Novel Novels & Stories

Mas better kung ready rin ako para do'n. The title of the book was 'Ιστορία de Ἀκαδημία'. Sounds weird, looks weird, but I somehow managed to read it. Its first page was about the founder. AND THE FOUNDER WAS: VIVIAN MORIANA!? What the fuck? I hurriedly went upstairs to my room to get the book my papa gave me. "VIAN! HUWAG TUMAKBO BAKA MADAPA KA!" Paalala ni lola. "Sorry po!"

“The Barbarians? Why are they fighting us, my lord?” “The king allowed it, he declared a war on those who were thirsty for one already. He chewed more than he could swallow”

“Plenty of friends inside. If you survive the first week, that is.” I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The gates opened with a bone-shaking groan. Inside, the academy was worse than I imagined—cold courtyards, towering battlements, and training fields stained with old blood. Armed instructors lined the walkways, their eyes following us like wolves watching fresh meat. The wagon stopped abruptly. “Out!” barked a voice. We were unshackled and shoved into formation one by one. I stumbled slightly as the chain was removed, my legs weak from the hours-long ride, but I straightened my spine.

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

There, I spread my black wings and flew towards De Comte. *** ENSIO The gate of Terrasen Academy was broken and partially open. I, who was on guard there, was very overwhelmed. As the sun sets, more and more demons and wild, lawless and orderless werewolves arrive. My body is even battered. My clothes were torn from the demons' attacks and the werewolves' claws. I stepped back until I entered the academy grounds. In front of the broken fence, several men and women who were actually devils began to enter the academy grounds.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

“I expect nothing less.” Magnus’s lips curved faintly. “You always were impatient.” “I would like to say I am precise.” A long pause followed. Then Magnus placed a heavy hand on his son’s shoulder. “Very well,” he said quietly enough that only Aldric heard. “Let us see if the academy believes itself untouchable.” Outside, war banners unfurled into the wind. Del Imperium did not posture. It conquered. Within hours, thousands of warriors assembled across mountain terraces. Massive wolves with armor forged in obsidian steel. Battle mages etched runes into shields. Strategists marked routes across detailed maps of academy territory.

Even I, the Baron, found myself returning to its teachings, seeking guidance and clarity. Captain Gastion, a man known for his fiery temperament, was a prime example of the book's transformative power. He often returned home late, his brow furrowed in concentration, his mind grappling with the profound insights he gleaned from its pages. He bore no resentment, however. He spoke of the book with reverence, claiming it had instilled in him a newfound calmness, a clarity of thought that manifested in his strategic decisions during mock battles. He felt, with a deep sense of gratitude, that he was being bestowed with a precious gift, a privilege granted by the Baron himself.

He clutched the ancient tome, the weight of his lineage pressing down on him, a newly discovered responsibility. He ascended from the library's depths, emerging into the dimly lit corridors of the academy. The late hour amplified the usual hushed reverence of the halls, making his footsteps sound unnaturally loud. His mind, however, was not on the silence. It was on the invitation, the unsettling challenge Kirill had posed before his expulsion. “The trouble was worth it.” Bima still didn’t understand the full implications, but he knew Kirill’s actions had irrevocably altered his path. And now, the academy itself was abuzz with whispers about his sudden, inexplicable display of power.

Kaze was also looking at Bruce with interest. In the north of Arcadia was a less developed country named Barhmans. People from various barbaric tribes there were born with unique physical traits, making them ideal candidates to be trained as killers from a young age. They were sent into the woods for rigorous survival training. They hunted wild beasts, drank their blood, and fought the fiercest of them all. Once they came of age, they would be stronger than other people of the same age and could kill a grown tiger with their bare hands.