Novelas y relatos de Academy’m

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

the young girl said and walked towards table seventeen where Jordan and all his friends sat. “Ten years ago, the Oscar family decided that it was time to build something that would continue their legacy from generation to generation, they built this great institution. Oscar Academy, the home of the supernatural, the best place to grow in power and discipline, today we celebrate the tenth anniversary of this great institution” Wendy said, paused and looked at all the face a of students, teachers and parents that filled the hall. “Let's raise our glasses, to many more anniversaries, power and magic, cheers” Wendy said smiling beautifully.

he adds, almost as if he's handing down a legacy she should be proud of. Zuria takes the papers silently, the embossed emblem pressing into her fingertips like a brand. The parchment is thick and pristine, smelling faintly of ink and old money, carrying a formality that feels suffocating. It isn't an opportunity it's a sentence. An exile dressed up in ambition. The Academy has a reputation that borders on legend: a fortress for the gifted and the broken alike, its sprawling campus shrouded in mist and secrets, hidden away behind gates that seem to groan with the weight of the expectations they protect.

There will be a man that will fetch you tomorrow for you to be able to go here. ~HeadMistress Rei' I immediately folded the paper after reading what’s inside of it. Magisch Academy huh? What a weird name? Should I accept it or not? What if it’s a scam? Or a trap from my enemies? But do I have a choice? I no longer have a school to go to and I especially do not want to stop studying.

"8 prompts, the Academy restaurant. Wear anything, and I am looking forward to seeing you." "I'm not," I said, but I doubted he heard, or maybe he did and didn't care. "The Academy restaurant," Riley whispered. "That's the best spot on school grounds, Kelani. Shit, he's trying to take you to somewhere classy. What would he do if you agreed to be his?"

“Fufu, it’s all right, it’s never a failure to train, but let’s try to be on time next time, okay? S so as we said before, today we’re going to decide the list of students who will be selected for the school exchange, so I ask the representatives of each division to provide their suggestions.” Three students stood up, a sheet in their hands, Hope looked at them intrigued and leaned towards his mentor. “Um Thomas, what is the school exchange?” “… Of course, you haven’t listened, you have 1000 muscles and none of them are a brain. Like I told you, the Royal Academy represents the spear of the kingdom, to put it simply, we are the nobles who vowed to use force to defend our people, concretely,

I only stated. "Everything should be at its finest. The students here are from all over the world and came from nobility." Genieva answered. "Wow." I just answered. It seems like, I am developing goosebumps every time I rake my eyes at the structure. The Academy is so big and so wide as in literally. I feel like it's the size of Disneyland or universal studios. There are lots of buildings that scream sophistication and I can't figure out why there are so many buildings there.

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into.”

“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.”

“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.” I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have. But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed. It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.