Academy Names Fantasy Novels & Stories

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

There's only two transportation used in between these countries, either by magic or by water. This regal crystal palace is called Diamante Academy. A prestigious educational institution that builds solely for the royals, sons or daughters of grand dukes, dukes, from the aristocrats' families, and vice versa. They arrived from all over the world. This academy is attended by those from influential and powerful backgrounds. However, the first condition to be accepted to the academy is that you need a letter of recommendation from the World Council. An offer letter with their stamp. Without their permission, you cannot even dream of enrolling in this place, no matter how wealthy you are.

​I am Moon, a woman living at the bottom of this academy. This academy is located at the top of the mountain and the people who live below are the poor or "slap soil" as the rich call it. And yes, I am one of the poor called by the rich. Poor are forbidden in this school, It is full of rich and strong creatures here. But I am one of the lucky creatures who was given the opportunity to study at this school. ​ Yesterday was the anniversary of this school and yesterday also took place the picking of the name of the lucky creature who can enter this school for free. And I was one of the two names picked yesterday.

I ask him, the tears drying up on their own, the anger, starting to show instead. "We're in Light&Fire academy," he repeats but that was enough to drive me insane, that place doesn't exist, we created it, I imagined it, I dreamt about it, but it's not a real place. "Paul, please tell me the truth, where are we?" I ask him again hoping for the truth this time. "Cinderella, you're Ella in the stories, and we're in Light&Fire academy," Paul says in the same calm voice, he doesn't sound childish anymore, he sounds like the ancient creature that he is.

Just my name. *Blackmoor Academy.* I opened it. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO ATTEND BLACKMOOR TRANSPORTATION PROVIDED. DO NOT BE LATE.* No signature. No return address. No phone number.Just… an invitation? After everything? A laugh bubbled up—hysterical, raw. Yeah, right. Like any school would want me now.

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

Most dreams take place in the Dreamlands, which is more difficult to get to than here; for us anyway. "So, what shall we do?" Michael grinned a foolish grin. "We could go over to your place and fuck." Julia grinned back and stepped away. "Oh no. Tonight is a lesson night. You need to learn how to use your abilities, and you can obviously use that ability well enough as it is. You can come see me in the morning and we'll exercise that muscle in the real world." "Okay, well let's go see Lucy." "Good idea. Where does she live?"

Dear Mom and Dad: My first day was quite interesting, I met some classmates that I liked very much, especially one named Carolina who told me something interesting about the academy, remember I told you that the boarding school was haunted, it seems that the rumors are true. Today I start the first day of school and I am nervous, but I will still do my best not to betray your trust. Love, Mindy. -Mindy, ¿are you ready? -Yes, just let me send this message and...done.

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

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?"