Academy’m Novels & Stories

And yet my grandfather got me a spot with little more effort than a phone call. Lucky me. I should be grateful. The Academy’s real name is "The Luminary Society Academy for Young Entrepreneurs" but nobody calls it that. To anyone who has ever gone here, anyone who has ever lived under its shadow, it is and will forever be "The Academy." It doesn't need a longer name. It's the only Academy that matters. But I have another name for this place. Hell.

“I had a teacher back when I was at the academy that inspired me.” He smiled softly and his facial features softened. “She was amazing. She made learning fun by immersing us into the time period in which she taught. Greek Gods? We picked a name out of a hat and we became that persona for the month.” “Oh, wow,” I said, truly fascinated. “That does sound fun. My teachers weren’t quite like that.” The academy was something I’d only heard about. It was usually reserved for the upper echelon from my understanding. All alpha offspring attended, male or female. From there it took money or brains to get in on scholarship.

Chapter Fourteen **** The academy’s lonely garden was not like the usual polished courtyards or the bustling training fields. It was far away behind a high stone arch overgrown with ivy, forgotten by most students. The statues here were all broken and unkept. I shouldn’t have come here. I knew it the moment I walked through the arch. But after days of tension—after the boys nearly tore each other apart—I needed silence. Space. Somewhere away from their questions, their stares, their wanting. Somewhere I could breathe without feeling like the entire academy was watching me.

The moment we entered, he stopped walking. “Whoa…” I followed his gaze. The academy grounds were enormous, with perfectly trimmed lawns, towering trees, beautiful gardens, and a wide stone pathway leading toward the main building. The structure itself looked more like a royal estate than a school, with grand towers, dark stone walls, enormous glass windows, and intricate golden details. A large fountain stood at the center of the courtyard, its water sparkling beneath the morning sunlight. Remus looked around in complete amazement. “Dad…”

"I'm fine. I just don't want to be alone here." I believe the last part. It's the first part I'm not sure about. "She comes," I say to Draven. He doesn't argue. We move through the corridor in a strange formation — Draven ahead, Marcus appearing from nowhere to fall in beside him, Maya next to me, Elena just behind. The academy at night is a different building than the academy in daylight. The stone breathes differently. The lights in the hallway are lower, and the shadows they leave are the kind that could contain anything.

I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. Get UP. If I give up now and remain on the ground, I will be tortured and killed. I drag my weak, shaky frame up. At the entrance to a long, tree-lined driveway, gold lettering shines in the moonlight. Shadowmire Academy Excellence in Leadership Since 1874 Welcoming the Next Generation of Pack Leaders My heart stutters. An academy?

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

The results of her words immediately placed a frown on his face, and he seemed to be visibly disturbed. Seraphine wondered which party was it that he distasted. The academy was named Moonstone Academy, and it was leading in many fields compared to other academies in this continent. What it was well known for was its research in science. This Kingdom was comparatively rich, and due to this, they had the luxury to invest in this studies. Because of this, people from various nationalities came to study at this academy.

She cleared her throat before she began to speak. "Hello Students and welcome to The Academy of Pleasurable Desires." She said. "My name's Miss Dean and I am in charge of the BDSM course that a lot of you guys will be taking. Today, the orientation will explain to you the rules of the academy and how everything works here. You will also be introduced to the teachers at this academy. Now, I'm going to hand the microphone over to your Principal, the Warden of this school, Mr. Clark."

For the day that somehow, she is trying to avoid and is scared of, if finally knocking its presence in front of her face. Now with a smile of satisfaction the President as he needn’t have to explain further the plan that was set from long ago and the very beginning, he informs adding the minor details. “As the Academy states, outstanding and unique students in all fields of academics, sports, rhetorical, talents and most especially their name, blood, and ability. Shall be taken under your wing as their adviser and guardian. The Academy makes sure that their abilities will remain a secret and secure pouring forth with their mission to keep everything in balance. I just found an extraordinary