Academy Avengers Novels & Stories

“Survive senior year, graduate, get the hell out.” That was the plan. Nothing else. *** The courtyard was huge, paved with gray stone that seemed to hum faintly under my shoes. Students moved across it in small clusters, dressed in the Academy’s uniform—black coats, silver trim, pale shirts buttoned all the way to the throat. They didn’t look at me. Not directly. Their eyes slid over me the way people look at an accident on the highway: curious, but pretending not to stare. “Transfer?” a voice snapped.

he said mildly. Bella laughed again, breathless and furious. “You nearly killed me.” “Yes,” he agreed. “And you survived. That’s promising.” Her power flared in response, lighting the cavern in sharp white arcs. Jake stepped slightly in front of her. Virex’s gaze flicked to him. “Still loyal, I see.” Jake didn’t respond. “Explain,” Bella demanded. “Now.” Virex smiled. “The Academy was built to find weapons. Not students. You crossed the line because you were meant to. Because whatever is sealed inside you is older than our rules.”

The Old Court's attack hit like a thunderstorm made of knives. The academy's windows exploded inward. Glass rained down on students who'd been celebrating just moments ago—celebrating the curse being broken, celebrating peace, celebrating a future they thought was finally safe. They were wrong. "Everyone down!" Raven's voice cut through the screaming. His silver-streaked hair flew as he moved, pulling students behind cover with his dhampir strength. "Get to the safe rooms! Now!"

“Do you even know what this place is about? The academy isn’t some playground, Maddy. They train warriors—Alphas, Betas. You think they’re going to be lenient with us or give us preferential treatment?” My jaw tightened. “I didn’t say they would. I just said that when I get in there, I’ll figure it out.” “I just don’t know yet. My end goal is surviving and coming out as one of the top three students at the end of it.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You need to plan and be ready. This is no joke; people die in there. The one who fails to plan…..plan to fail…” I pressed the pen harder against the paper until the ink bled through. “Can we just fill this out, Vanny?”

clenching his fist. "Nah, Row, you're not coming this time," trying not to let him see the tears in my eyes, I look away. He and I both knew this mission was suicide; we weren't expected to come home alive, just to make sure we accomplished it. We both knew what the mission was: Enter The Alpha Academy, where the heirs of the three largest packs in the nation were training, take them out one by one, avenge our families, and end the war. Suddenly, he was up across the floor before I could blink, grabbing me by my chin, forcing me to look at him. The fierceness in his eyes shone through his green eyes like what I'd imagine a dragon would look like, full of revenge, determination, and lust.

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

*** Two hours later, three limited-edition sport cars, a royal blue, passion red and pristine white with sleek silver stripe around each, courtesy of A-mobiles, drove into the last gates of the academy. They pulled up in a classic style in a private parking space meant for the three heirs alone. Don't throw shades! As their fathers were the founding members of the school and the only majority share holders, an insignificant issue such as a private parking space was the least demonstration of the power the young heirs wielded in the academy! Co-founders, De' Argent, Winterfield and Campbell, were old friends and business partners which made their heirs easier to bond. BEVERLY HILLS ACADEMY, w

Kung pumasok rin kaya ako sa Academy na ‘yan, tatanggapin rin ba ako ng ibang tao? Hindi kaya ako aayawan tulad ng sinabi ni mama? Would I also be one of the acknowledged heroes? It’s not impossible, right? Since the academy’s purpose is to teach the students the proper way to use their ability, baka ako rin matulungan nila. Tapos may opportunity pa na walang tuition fee basta ipasa ang entrance exam. Maybe I can try to persuade mama na payagan ko. It’ll be a great help for me.

Membership turnout surpassed all expectations, with aspiring werewolves eager to join the prestigious institution. Eva carefully selected a team of experienced tutors, renowned in their fields and dedicated to honing the students' abilities. These tutors hailed from different backgrounds, bringing a diverse range of knowledge and expertise to the academy. Under Eva's leadership, Luna's Reach became a hub of learning, where students not only mastered their werewolf abilities but also delved into the realms of tactics, strategy, and self-defense. The curriculum was designed to empower the students, equipping them with the skills and knowledge necessary to protect themselves and their nation.