Academy Avengers 소설 & 이야기

How to name it? Thomas looked at Mateo. “What do you want it to be called?” Mateo raised his head and said very firmly, “Let’s name it the ‘Avengers Club’!” Aquarius laughed. This kid must have watched too many Marvel movies. Although it sounded childish, the meaning was very clear. Vengeance. Right. It was to take revenge against the Art Trading Corporation and Supreme Club. Thomas nodded and said, “All right, let’s name it Avengers Club. You can take care of it.”

"Director Hale discovered something. About the Academy. About certain students being monitored. Tracked. He was going to expose it." "Expose what?" "A program. Government funded. To identify and capture hidden Omegas in elite institutions." My heart stopped. "The Academy is part of it?" Ronan asked. "Not officially. But certain people within the administration are cooperating. Feeding information to agents like Mercer." "Who?" "I don't know all the names. But I know Hale found out. And they replaced him before he could act." "With the copies," I said. "Yes. Technology the government has been developing. Perfect replicas. Almost impossible to detect."

A girl standing in front of me swallowed nervously. ...Excellent. Nothing motivates teenagers like emotional damage. "The academy exists for one reason." Professor Hawthorne continued walking across the platform. "To prepare future Alphas. Future commanders. Future diplomats. Future protectors. If you cannot meet our standards..." He pointed calmly toward the enormous gates behind us. "...those gates remain open." Nobody laughed; there were no hushed whispers, even the wind seemed to pause. Then something changed.

Getting filthy, outrageously rich. --- Mythos Academy is stupidly huge. Tens of thousands of rich, superpowered, emotionally unstable teenagers crammed into one campus. Most people see a prestigious, globally ranked powerhouse. I just see an absolutely massive, untapped goldmine. With that much raging teenage chaos in one place, the Academy's internal forum is a warzone, strictly divided into nine Alignment Factions. Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine.

He didn't have the strength. "Fine," Alejandro spat. "We will defend the Academy. But if she falters, if those children are born as monsters, I will kill them myself." "You won't live long enough to try," Alvaro whispered. The meeting broke up into a tense truce. The Academy was officially on a war footing. But even in the shadow of an invasion, the spirit of the pack needed to be fed. To celebrate the new alliance with the rogue intel and the Iron-Tooth pack, a small gathering was held in the partially rebuilt Hall.

“I could feel your trigger the moment it went off and–” My chest heaved. “Stop talking like you know me.” “I do know you,” Derek murmured, his smile widening, wolf-ish. “I know what you're capable of, your triggers, the reason for them, the source of them.” "And how exactly do you know all of that?" "Because I run an academy with people just like you." "An academy?" "Not just any academy." His hands crossed behind his back, a proud grin on his face. "It goes by many names, but its most popular one is Ravenside. It is an academy of the four clans, for the four clans.”

Savenia My last night with Alec was one that I thought would be full of us fucking eachothers brains out. Yet instead of taking the time to do that we were busy sorting through the many applications for attendance to The Warrior Academy, that we had rightfully named it as we did not want to limit the education to only Alphas but lunas, warriors, omegas, Rogues, Vampires, Fae, and even slaves.

But Avery reached out, her cool fingers squeezing Harper’s hand, a silent command to hold her peace. When Vernon led the bulk of the cameras away, the air felt thinner, colder. "The audacity of this Academy," Sadie Monroe hissed, her eyes glowing a faint amber. "They summon you across territories only to throw dirt on your fur. Is this Donovan’s idea of a joke?" Avery shook her head, her mind flicking to the Northern Alpha’s honest eyes. She signed slowly: It is a misunderstanding of the spirit. I do not need a podium to mend what is broken. I am content to work.

“Not in the way they fear - but it’ll feel like it.” I pressed my palms flat against the map, willing my voice to steady. “Then we’ll make it clear. This isn’t about stripping power. It’s about survival. The Goddess herself warned me - we will be tested. Divided packs won’t survive what’s coming.” Silence stretched for a moment, heavy with the weight of truth none of us wanted to say out loud. Finally, Damon straightened, his wolf brushing against mine, steady and strong. “Then the Academy becomes our last stone. The spine of our army. The question is where to place it.”

“Alejandro Rossi created alliances for the safety of all. With the help of Alpha Rayhan Rossi, joined allegiance with the witches, and with the help of those alphas who had the capability, created four academies across the United Kingdom where children from across the globe have in recent years enrolled in. Academies that allowed the youth to have a normal childhood. Where they could be themselves. To enjoy learning and training alongside one another in a world free of threat.” My eyes sweep across the room. “But now, that isn’t what the world fucking needs. Where threats are growing with each passing day, battles against unknown gods, monsters and other-worldly ploys grow. The war that we a