Academy Adventures Novels & Stories

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

"Andy! Are you okay?" Venture landed safely and gently put Andy on the ground, he was surprised and excited about Venture's magical talent so he used all his words to praise him: "Wow, you seem to have mastered all kinds of magic in the world? Are the ones you just used ordinary magic?" "Yeah, you know that too, Andy?" "I just found out through a girl named Celica." When Andy mentioned Celica's name, there was a sudden flash of headache that stunned Venture and fell to the ground. Andy saw that his friend had a problem, so he ran over to help Venture and asked about his friend's health:

“If you wanna be humiliated so badly. I’ll let you spin the wheel and even let you choose what game we play.” Zane took one last look at Ace before he and his friends stormed out. The cafeteria burst into chatter, students buzzing with excitement and gossip. This wasn’t what I had expected on my first day at the academy. To think I’d be able to see a new side of Ace. “Dude, no way!” Tarek exclaimed. “He’s actually going to join this semester's games!” “What’s so special about these games? Is it like a basketball tournament or something?” I asked.

The academy was just as magnificent as Evercrest, perched on a hill and surrounded by a dense forest. Graycrown Academy. They say it's the best academy in the world—well, in the werewolf world, that is. The car passed through a tightly guarded gate and parked in the massive front courtyard. I could see a crowd of students in various uniforms scattered around in groups. Seeing so many potential competitors made me extremely nervous. Luna Dawn and Alpha Jace stepped out first, followed by the other selected students and me.

And invite our mates over to visit us – I sigh, shaking my head and brushing her away, ignoring her crazy words. But, even if she can’t stop thinking about our mates, I have to admit…the lure of the Academy itself? It’s starting to sound better and better. Chatter has been going around, of course, about what life is like inside. And honestly…I can’t wait to see it – presuming, of course, that I get there. It just sounds amazing – you get sorted into a discipline, and then you get to spend months learning the most in-depth, obscure, secret things about whatever that discipline is –

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

“Not interested.” Ash smirked like I had just challenged him. “We will see about that.” I left the hall before Cruz could show up. I did not want both of them circling me before the day had even begun. Classes at Ravenlake were nothing like normal schools. There were no lessons about history or math. Everything was designed to sharpen instincts and strengthen the wolf. Physical drills, tactical sparring, endurance runs through the thick forest surrounding the academy. By midday, my muscles burned and sweat clung to my skin.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

The Hudson’s and the Adams were busily planning their own mission against the unsuspected innocent by-stander. Poor Erika had no idea what was instore for her, all she wanted was to keep to herself and survive her final semester at West-Bay Academy, but unfortunately that was too much to ask for from a bunch of life draining, fame hungry, spoiled teens.