Academia X Novels & Stories

But I think she became even more afraid after seeing how I reacted on the third floor in front of Victoria and her lackeys. "We can still explore inside the academy. There are a lot of places." I still suggested. "Yes, but don’t assume the inside is completely safe." She looked at me pointedly. "Some places are forbidden to everyone. This academy is over a thousand years old. It hides many secrets beneath its roof." "Those hidden secrets can’t possibly be monsters ready to murder us." I rolled my eyes. She pouted at me while I simply shook my head and focused on my phone again.

Uno asked warily. Xhe hummed, "An eccentric", they answered. "An interesting one", they stated. Uno hummed at the cryptic answer and nodded. "Why do you want to go to this Academy? Tobias' Institute can provide you with an education you can be proud of", he stated, "Why go to a mysterious school we haven't even heard of?" he asked quietly.

"The woman who claimed to know me - Isabella Reed - she's been using my name to establish credibility, hasn't she?" "Among other things," I replied grimly. Dr. Gates's expression hardened. "Academic fraud is a serious matter. If she's been misrepresenting connections to gain professional advantage..." "I appreciate your concern," I interrupted gently, "but right now, I can't afford to have my identity become public knowledge. My marriage, my family situation - it's all very delicate." He studied my face for a long moment, then nodded with the understanding that came from years in academia, where discretion was often crucial.

The convention was a mainstay of the academic calendar for any business departments within driving distance - roughly a 250 mile radius. - This next little section is boring, with no sex, but non-academics will wonder. If you want to skip ahead to to the next chapter go ahead. There were four real reasons for the type of self-flagellation that makes an academic convention: textbooks, recruiting, scholarly exchange, and socializing.

I demanded, folding my arms across my chest. “As you may have been able to tell, the Academy isn’t just like any university or a private one. It’s mostly a research school for smart people. I knew that, Mom and Dad knew that. After I explained it to them, they didn’t just find me, I wrote letters, applied for a scholarship because I wanted to go there…” He paused, causing me to sigh with relief. I was expecting something awful. “Does our parents know about the funding you’re receiving from the school? And I’m not talking about your research. I meant the personal—“

“New paper due Friday.” I squint. Power Abuse in Academia. The title punches me in the gut. Mia chuckles. “Professor Grumpy likes boring articles.” Kiera joins in. “He should try something less him, I guess.” “Power,” I mutter under my breath. They don’t hear me. I’m glad. Seeing men like him lose their façade in front of me... Power. Whatever that meant. We keep walking, but I slow down as my phone dings. I pull it out.

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

he adds, almost as if he's handing down a legacy she should be proud of. Zuria takes the papers silently, the embossed emblem pressing into her fingertips like a brand. The parchment is thick and pristine, smelling faintly of ink and old money, carrying a formality that feels suffocating. It isn't an opportunity it's a sentence. An exile dressed up in ambition. The Academy has a reputation that borders on legend: a fortress for the gifted and the broken alike, its sprawling campus shrouded in mist and secrets, hidden away behind gates that seem to groan with the weight of the expectations they protect.

Kaelen's POV The acceptance letter from the University of Supernatural Studies sits on my desk, official seal marking it as genuine offer rather than preliminary interest. Full professorship. My own research lab. Graduate students to mentor. Academic freedom to pursue the omega rights scholarship that's become my life's work. It's everything I should want. Recognition as legitimate scholar independent of my connection to Jason. Professional identity beyond being part of a famous pack. The kind of academic position that takes most scholars decades to achieve, offered to me at barely thirty years old.

"I mean I can't blame you. She is pretty daring and not lacking in looks either." "Are you sure you should be talking about a female student like that?" "Sensei. The Academy is a school dedicated to the sciences, arts and everything business related. I am therefore unable to turn a blind eye to anything that interests me." "And Atlas interests you?" I glare at him, my brows frowned.