Academy Avengers Novels & Stories

"When your children turn thirteen and their powers fully manifest, I want you to allow them to attend the Academy. A special school for Alpha-born children. Completely voluntary, of course. But it would give them training, education, protection." "What academy? I've never heard of any academy." "Because it's very exclusive. Only the most powerful Alpha children are invited. And your three... well, they're going to need proper training to control their abilities. The prophecy didn't lie, Alpha Blackwood. Your children will either unite the packs or destroy them. How that plays out depends entirely on their education." "You're asking me to hand over my children." "I'm asking you to give them t

The orientation was no doubt more chaotic than expected. The academy was packed with more than 100 wolves. I didn't know so many packs existed, but the academy was the only alpha academy in the world. Future alphas from all lands and continents came here. The usual awaited royalty hadn't arrived yet, and every boy on the field murmured guesses about how each man would be. "How would Donovan Silverclaw be?" one boy asked. "I hear he once killed three assassins who came to kill him."

The freezing water colliding against my bare skin numbs me to the point where I forget my pain. We wait for the rest of our pack members at the lobby of where we first entered. It's jam packed with people and I'm feeling quite antsy about it. We have at least five warriors and two healers within the academy's given age range and position, yet not even one of them have made their appearance. I honestly don't understand how the learning system works in this academy. The council's motives are to enhance our abilities as future leaders but I highly doubt that. They show no mercy or compassion to any wolf.

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.

"A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV." I throw a pillow at her and she laughs. "This isn't a mini-series, this is my life." "Right." She sits up, straightening her shoulders. "And who is the new ghost by the way?" "Not sure. He looks like one of the paintings on the wall." She snaps her fingers. "That's where I've seen him before. I didn't get a good look at him before as I was at a distance. That's Benjamin Davers. He's the founder of the Academy."

“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.

"Are we done here? This building is depressing." I sighed. "Fine. Where do you want to go next?" "Actually," Draven said, a smile spreading across his face. "There's one place I really want to see." Something in his tone made me freeze. "Where?" His smile widened into a smirk. “The Academy." My blood ran cold. "Why?" "Because I'm curious. I've heard so much about it. The prestigious Royal Academy where the future leaders of our kingdom are educated." He tilted his head. "And I'm particularly interested in seeing how they're handling their new... diversity initiatives."

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.”

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.