Academy 183 Novels & Stories

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

Chapter 113: Fallout By the next morning, the academy had become a living rumor. No one was quite saying Jason’s name the same way anymore. Not after the corridor. Not after the blood-red silence that followed Celeste’s arrival. Not after the unmistakable fact that something had ended in a way no one could spin into a campus prank or a clever misunderstanding. People still whispered. They just did it more carefully.

All thirty guards were violently pressed down to the stone ground, unable to lift their weapons or draw a full breath under the crushing weight of my aura. The heavy iron gates of the academy groaned and tore off their stone hinges, collapsing outward into the snow with a deafening *clang*. The path into the academy was completely wide open. Adrian looked at the fallen gates, then back to me, his blue eyes burning with an intense, unyielding devotion. "Let's go show them who really rules this academy."

Maleficent the Glutton and Damon the Prideful stopped talking when they were greeted by huge wooden doors that would be the entrance to the exam hall. After the grand opening of the City Academy, classes resumed in Transylvania Academy as if nothing happened at all. Headmaster Kraken was back in business again. After the intensive series of battles, another headache welcomed them — a fucking exam.

As soon as I placed my butt on the chair, a paper popped at my desk. ‘Cool!’ I thought to myself. Inilabas ko na ang ballpen ko. Since ballpen daw ang need to answer. First question: What was the Academy’s original name? A. Vikore C. Ghenis B. Lietr D. Hurille Oh- about its history? Buti nalang I read the academy’s history, hehe. I encircled letter A. Next, Who was the academy’s founder? A. Leo Hellion C. Vivian Moriana

We have; House Artemis and House Apollo which boards the Year Ones, then House Persephone and House Hades for the Year Twos, and finally, House Hera and House Zeus for the Year Threes, aka the seniors, aka us that are ready to hightail out of this shithole, fancy ass, elitist boarding school. Around the whole campus is a ring of thick forest, beyond which are the high gates that keeps us safely trapped, like an expensive cage. When mom had driven me to the school as a Year One student, I had been fascinated and excited to finally grace the halls of Acadia Academy. A week later however, I wanted to burn it down. It was Bibah who wrestled the matches out of my hands, figuratively and literally

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into.”

"Where is Renee? How long does it take to get us snacks?" "Snacks," Alodia repeats. "Renee isn't getting us snacks." "He's not!" Alodai rolls her eyes. "Yellow Sun Academy is the most prestigious fighter academy in the world," Alodia states. I look at Jump. Jump looks at me. We both shrug our shoulders. "So," I ask after a moment of silence. Again, Alodia rolls her eyes but this time, she throws a sigh in there. "Yellow Sun Academy is the most prestigious fighter academy in the world," Alodia repeats. "They teach and train young students like us to be the most excellent and skilled fighters."

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”