Romans & histoires Academy Avengers

“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.

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

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.

He trained alone at night, running until his lungs burned, striking trees until his knuckles split, studying old combat footage and pack records he wasn’t supposed to access. He learned pain. And patience. By twelve, Alpha candidates were already being named. Public ceremonies. Lunar trials. Blood oaths. He stood in the back, anonymous, hands scarred, heart steady. [ALPHA CANDIDATE STATUS: REJECTED] The system did not comment. High school approached like a distant gate—one only the elite were meant to pass through. Apex Academy. The world’s most famous supernatural school. Where future pack leaders, vampire royals, witches, hunters, and hybrids trained under the eyes of the strongest faction

"It's sad how true that is." "At the Academy I didn't have to worry about anyone stabbing me in the back or breaking my heart. I knew exactly who I was and exactly what I was capable of. "But now―" My voice cracks. I take a deep breath and look up to keep the tears at bay. "Now I feel like I don't know anything anymore."

He asks. “I’d say so…maybe we can take weredragons and sirens along with them?” Daniel suggests. Azraiel nods. “There is no way of getting it right like this. Vampires, weredragons and sirens will have to do.” “Let me prepare the Royal Army!” Daniel says and leaves the room to make a call. Azraiel dials a number even though he knows he can mindlink her. “Ayleen…Can you come to my office?” Azraiel tries his damn best to not let the helplessness seep into his voice.