Academy Avengers Novels & Stories

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

"It is. But trust Alpha Elon of Red Cove pack. He's so overprotective so I'm not surprised," "How do you know them all by name?" "I've been a warrior since I was a little boy. We all went to the same academy before we returned," "What academy?" Heyli asked out of curiosity. "The academy for warriors of virtue," "That sounds cringe as hell," Heyli said and gagged. Loki chuckled. "When are we going to attend the academy though?" "Never." "Why?" "It was dissolved a few years back when the forerunner of the academy died and his evil son took over. The Lycan Confederate ordered for it to be shut down and for every pack to withdraw their wards,"

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.

32 Nine Months Later “Hey Mom, you know what I decided?” Cameron said, walking into the kitchen. “What’s that, buddy?” Sidney replied, digging popcorn out of the pantry. “Next time, I want a Black Panther room.” “Didn’t you just get a Spider-Man room? Don’t you still love Spider-Man?” Sidney planted a hand on her hip as she turned to him. “Black Panther is pretty awesome,” Adam said, following Cameron into the kitchen. “But it is hard to choose between him and Spider-Man. If you did an Avengers room, you could augment the Spider-Man you already have with Black Panther. And Captain America. And the Hulk.”

"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."