Academy’m 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

I turned to my left to find one of them riding a guard with her breasts bouncing after her as she moved. I hurried out and saw a large structured building, it was far ahead. It looked more like an institution than a residence. I stopped a passing maid, she looked at me strangely but I didn’t mind. “What is that building?” I asked. She looked at where I was pointing. “The Academy,” she said, like it required no further explanation. “The kingdom has an academy?” I asked, still shocked. “Has had for six generations,” she replied, “Every child in the kingdom is educated here. Strategy, language, history, combat, everything is learned here. We have a very stable educational system here.”

“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.

But inside, my mind was spiraling. The Academy. That was not a coincidence. The Academy was not just a school. It was a proving ground. A place where future leaders were shaped, tested, and broken if necessary. And right now, something was changing there. I could feel it. Then the names were spoken. Ken. Darren. Percy. The Alpha brothers.

Ruby launched herself at the couch beside her friend in an instant and found herself covered in hound slobber seconds later when both dogs settled on her lap, transforming into cuddly piles of puppy as if they were getting ready for story time too. And Moss began to weave his magic; like a projector, images appeared in the air, first, the normal hustle and bustle of school on a daily basis. Then he began to narrow things down, zooming in to the staff lounge, where teachers sat with their coffees, marking tests. " This is Mrs. Wu, the Regent for the Academy; she's a Baku, which basically means she's a dreamwalker. Mrs. Wu can enter any of our dreams, chasing away the bad ones, inserting good

*** CONTINUATION *** @Academy of Elites "This is the most well-known and prestigious school here in Manila, Miss Agape. Some of the students here are actors and actresses. And some are sons and daughters of a well-known (or) wealthy families. The securities here are tough and tight so it's safe. On a scale of one to ten, I'll give a ten." Manong Tinyong introduced. Agape was busy looking at the surroundings. She was a late enrollee. She could notice the student's stares at her. Some are raising their eyebrows towards her as they scan her, buzzes of whispers and criticism. She felt ashamed but she shoved it aside and followed the directions that Manong Tinyong says.

Right in front of the building of the academy stood a man waiting for Felen and Leon. “Welcome to the Academy of אשמדאי‎ (Ashmedai), Your Majesty and Miss Felenia.” He bowed respectfully. A haughty smile appeared on his lips. Leon just nodded. Meanwhile, Felen paid no attention and looked at her surroundings, including at the gigantic building in front of her. Almost the entire colour of the building was light brown, except for the white roof.

As soon as I placed my butt on the chair, a paper popped at my desk. ‘Cool!’ I thought to myself. Inilabas ko na ang ballpen ko. Since ballpen daw ang need to answer. First question: What was the Academy’s original name? A. Vikore C. Ghenis B. Lietr D. Hurille Oh- about its history? Buti nalang I read the academy’s history, hehe. I encircled letter A. Next, Who was the academy’s founder? A. Leo Hellion C. Vivian Moriana

"I mean I can't blame you. She is pretty daring and not lacking in looks either." "Are you sure you should be talking about a female student like that?" "Sensei. The Academy is a school dedicated to the sciences, arts and everything business related. I am therefore unable to turn a blind eye to anything that interests me." "And Atlas interests you?" I glare at him, my brows frowned.

“Right. I’ll go help her out then. “Send me the address.” - Four o’clock in the afternoon, at Wolsing’s Academy of Motion Pictures. As the leader of all film and television schools in the country, the Academy of Motion Pictures was filled with handsome and beautiful people. It was safe to say the country’s most stunning people were all gathered here. Every single one of them was extremely fashionable. Their clothes and makeup were all comparable to the likes of supermodels. People were even seen filming dramas in the corners of the school.