Academy Avengers Novels & Stories

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

I enter the room I was directed to for the interview and meet four stone-faced interviewers. Two males and two females. I can tell from their smell that two of them are werewolves while the other two are humans. Apex Academy is a school for both werewolves and humans after all. "It's great to finally have you show up, Miss Reynolds or would you rather we address you as Luna Quinn?" The she-wolf amongst them glares and fires at me with a voice that drips sarcasm.

Drax stepped back to the podium. "Vordrak Academy," he said, "has its standards. Those standards exist to produce Alphas who are worth following. Who leads from the front? Who do not ask their packs to do what they themselves would not do." He looked at the room. "This academy does not honour bloodlines. It does not honour gender. It honours work." He looked at Nova. "Nova Greyveil proved herself in front of all of us. She deserves every recognition this academy can give." The room went quiet one more time.

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.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

Today we have Earth classes, and I don't intend to be late, for if I am tardy, I might be taken to the back of the class, and it would be impossible to listen to a thing, especially not with my sister and her loud friends potentially disrupting the class. None of the professors can say anything, and that is because our parent is one of the founding fathers of the academy everyone in the werewolf kingdom wants to attend. Don't get me wrong; there are other academies, but none like ours. "Ava and Ada, you're late. We barely reached the classroom when principal Jacob stopped us. He handed over to us an after-school clean-up crew for arriving at the academy late. This is Ava's fault, but it's li

Savannah said, with a hard glare. “Okay, okay! Jeez … what kind of best friend do you have, babe?” Avan asked, with a mischievous grin, stealing one last glance at me again before finally focusing on the road. I just giggled, loving the sibling energy he and Savannah always had whenever we were together. Without another word, Avan drove us through the grand entrance of Werewolf Academia. I was amazed by the way the campus sprawled with majestic Gothic buildings, lush forests, and manicured lawns.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”

“I promise you won’t last a week at the Academy. Once the mating is over, I will pull you out and send you to the Vale permanently.” “What if I last more than a week?” I step around the table, crossing my arms over my chest again. “What if the Starweaver Academy chooses me and can’t let go?” Aria can’t hold back her laughter. Ivan keeps a straight face. I realise I’m the fool now. There’s no way a crest-less girl can survive at the Academy. No matter what kind of shifter I am. Ivan says, “The Academy isn’t exactly friendly towards your kind.”

-She's in good hands. -And, ¿if the dreams have anything to do with it? -Yeah. -I see Caroline put ideas in your head. -They're not ideas, she told me the story about one of the trophies. -It's just a legend. -You saw how she looked when she woke up. Maybe it's just a suggestion. -Maybe it's just a suggestion. -¿How do you explain the dreams? -It must be a coincidence. After several days, half of the academy began to be affected by the virus, but there was one girl in particular, who seemed to be immune. A young girl with tattoos who was always seen accompanied by a goth girl.