Academy Arcanist Novels & Stories

And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening. Finally, she contacted Marcus, a scholar of the arcane, a man who had dedicated his life to translating ancient languages and untangling the mysteries of forgotten civilizations. Marcus was Riana’s anchor to the past, her guide through the labyrinth of history and myth. He was a walking encyclopedia of arcane knowledge, his mind a vast repository of forgotten lore and esoteric wisdom. He could decipher ancient texts, interpret cryptic symbols, and unravel the secrets of long-lost cultures. Without Marcus, Riana would be adrift in a sea of ignorance, unable to navigate the treacherous currents of histo

a familiar voice says across from me. I looked over and was shocked when I saw that it was Romeo. Just the guy I came here for. Unfortunately he doesn't seem to like me very much. I was confused. What is he doing here? He told me he paints and take photos but he has to be among the coordinators here to give me such order. The way he was looking at me, I could tell he recognized me. Well if he hates me, I hate him too "Ma'am-"

If he knew all the thoughts running through her head, she would die of embarrassment. “Uhm, uhm,” Terra cleared her throat, drawing Layla’s attention back to her. “Can we get back to the issue at hand?” Her voice had a sharp and irritated edge. Layla knew when someone didn’t want to be where they were, and it was obvious that Terra had the feeling. “That’s right.” Alaric nodded, sitting straighter. “Allow us to reintroduce ourselves. I’m Professor Alaric D’Arcy, and this is Professor Terra Geode, and we would cordially like to invite you to study at Nox-Luminis Academy.”

I replied, controlling the urge to roll my eyes, reminding myself that I was the heir to the water kingdom and needed to treat my citizens with respect. Adriana looked at me, confused. She only had a sliver of divine power; she was maybe one-sixteenth God, if not less than that. I wasn't sure why the academy had invited her. Her tiniest amount of power wouldn't have made a difference around the mortals. The mortals would've assumed she had a water affinity; they would chalk it up to the elements and call her a Wiccan. But the council had determined that anyone showing any amount of a God-given gift was to attend the academy.

I stare at the glowing screen of Arlo's laptop. Two angels. An ancient Vampire Progenitor. And a squad of terrifying, mythical beasts. This isn't just a night patrol, this is the absolute peak of the Academy's elite power structure. "Don't even think about it," Arlo mutters, his beautiful face totally pale as he reads the roster. "Forget about sneaking a person out. With a team like that, an ant couldn't even crawl out of the gates alive."

Careful how you phrase this, Xalara. "These artifacts," she began carefully, "are they included in the archive access guaranteed by my contract with Lord Elaric?" Elder Nystra's expression revealed nothing of her thoughts regarding this direct inquiry. "The contractual provision specifies 'complete access to all information House Nox possesses regarding essence magic and House Silvyn's history.' Physical artifacts containing relevant information would logically fall within that parameter, though specific access protocols might require Lord Elaric's direct authorization given their historical significance and potential magical reactivity."

"Yeah. Going mad over a man they haven't seen just yet. I don't want them to know I talked with Archer or they'd hound me to death." "Archer?" "I thought you weren't interested?" Anna moved her eyebrows up and down with a teasing smile on her lips. Selah rolled her eyes. She's not that interested. But the mention of the man's unique name somehow piqued her curiosity. "Well, yes. Archer Evans. The man who can definitely pierce you with his eyes. A literal archer. And he lives with Mrs. Terry's bungalow." Exaggeration, perhaps. That's how Selah saw it. "Morning classes are about to start. Let's walk faster."

The headmistress came forward. “ Welcome back, Royal academy. We are glad to see you, we have a guest in our midst, they are the board of directors of the school, they are called the edicts, whosoever wins this competition you shall see face to face with the edict. For those of you who are new, this is one of the highest honors you can be awarded.” waving her hand toward them trying to get recognition from them. They didn’t even move, she looked away with sadness in her eyes, I guess she wants to get recognition from them. I looked around to check if others see the look in her eyes, but no one saw that, weird.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.