Novel & Cerita A Barbarian Was Admitted To The Academy Novel

Ivy lets out a small genuine laugh, her posture finally relaxing as we move through the classroom corridors. I came to this place expecting a cold, survival of the fittest nightmare, but within twenty-four hours, I’ve somehow managed to acquire a loyal tracker and a sweet rebel wolf who hates pack bigotry as much as I do. It makes the looming shadow of the academy feel slightly less suffocating. Yet, despite the pleasant distraction of Lucian’s tour and Ivy’s chatter, my thoughts annoyingly keep drifting right back to Damon. Knowing he’s some deposed northern prince makes my zero-spark summoning session feel even more pathetic. Of course the universe would saddle me with the guy who was lite

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

It was for some academy that Balor wanted to build, allowing beings from all walks of life to join and train. It sounded like a crazy idea, but I was only half listening as I assessed every individual here. The one I kept finding myself returning to was a beast of a male. His dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mean scar across his left eye were among the few things that made him intimidating. He had furs draped over his shoulders and a warrior look about him. But what really set me on edge was how unpredictable he looked. And not the Balor kind of unpredictable but the type who would mark you as an enemy without your knowledge and kill you in your sleep kind of unpredictable. "-let's vote t

I'm not proud of that, but I'm really glad that he's not as angry as he was before. Cassandra had told me of his temper, and I'd foolishly almost pushed him right over the edge. I insulted everything he lived for. The barbarians are a life of crime. They are born of blood and death, sacrifice and fault. I stand as he opens the door to the hallway. I follow him outside, hearing the bustle of soldiers in red cloths and blood acting as body paint rush down the hallway with spears, knives and khopesh swords in their hands.

I am not entirely sure if these Academy myths truly worked or were simply myths at all. Eventually the Barbarian’s numbers lessened, I could already see some staggering away and running back through the breach in the wall. We all cheered as the last one ran off into the breach and began to breathe easily; some even began ransacking a food crate that was sitting nearby. But like every jolt of happiness in this world, this one was short lived.

This was not supposed to happen. I don't want to be touched. Ever. Again. Aiden turns, signalling with his head to follow him. As a true submissive, I have to walk behind him. Not next to him, like a normal person, like a valued person. But I follow him. Because what choice do I have? How far will Aiden go to make sure his ridiculous plans go ahead? What did Henry take off him? Why is he so vexed on revenge? I trail behind him, a submissive already in formation, through the silent, dark halls of the academy. Nobody is up yet. Our footsteps echo off the marble. Cold statues of long-dead dominants line the walls like silent witnesses.

I looked at the old alpha; that uneasy feeling in my stomach swirled around like an anxious animal trapped in a cage. “They sent guards. The Barbarians are already here.”

“Urgent news from our border scouts—!” Stefan immediately interrupted sharply. “What happened?” The guard straightened instantly. “Beta… the academy has fallen.” Stefan froze. “…What?” “The academy has fallen,” the guard repeated excitedly. Stefan stared at him in disbelief. “What academy…?” Then realization struck him. His eyes widened slightly. “…Ashbourne Academy?” “Yes, Beta.” Shock crossed Stefan’s face fully now. “But how?” he demanded quickly. “And by whom?” The guard swallowed once before replying.

Adrian poured himself a cup of coffee. “My brother just graduated from university and has yet to find work,” said Shay with a smile. Adrian took a sip and glared at Shay. Shay said, “Which part of him piqued your interest?” “Who are you referring to?” “Barry,” Shay said. “His sincerity, I guess,” Adrian answered. “I remember you having other apprentices in the past. Barry is supposed to be your sixth while the five prior ones have all died in battle, right?” Shay said.