Academy Novels & Stories

When it's past 6 in the evening, one of the owners of the Academy finally came to give them a speech. "Good evening to you all! I'm Richard Robinson, one of the co-owner of this Academy." He introduced himself as he walked to the pulpit. "Good evening sir!" All the students greeted him in unison. "As you all know, today is a rare day that comes only once in three years. Almost everyone here has a special power or the other. And this Academy is meant to train you all on how to control, and use your powers. Misuses of powers are wrong, and we don't tolerate such in this Acad

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

Of course today isn't an exception and as if on cue, I saw her walk out the study hall with five or six books on hand. August isn't like most scholars we have here at the academy and we don't have plenty. The Academy of Chevaliers de la Roine is known for being highly selective and extremely expensive. Most of the students here are children of wealthy clans, business tycoons and politicians. Getting in isn't easy even for those with money. So you can imagine how harder it is for those who don't. For academic scholars, you have to have a GPA of 4.18 and above and in order to be seriously evaluated, it must be a 4.2. August has a

“What… what are you talking about?” The man turned to me, assessing me like one might a wild animal before deciding how best to break it. “A different punishment,” he said. “We’ll send you to the academy.” “What academy?” I asked. The Beta smiled. “Prescot Academy. The finest institute for our kind. It’s filled with shifters. Magic-wielders. Beasts in need of taming.” Even though I was a rogue, I knew Prescot Acedemy. Who didn’t? it was the most popular academy in the continent. It was prestigious and meant for the elite alone. Why they hell did they want to send m

Mane couldn’t help but wonder what kind of academy that was. “These old academies have a stringent rule when it comes to accepting Stakes” Ananse continued. “Stakes?” Mane sounded intrigued “Yes, Stakes. That is what God Academies call those that are invited to back the school from the shadows.” Indra answered “Oh I see. Please continue” Mane politely stated

he said innocently, and I almost exploded but I managed to keep calm. “Be straight with them nevertheless Romeo, desperate girls like can land you in trouble if you don't take control of the situation” “I know but I don't want them to see me as some sadistic professor. I want them to see me as a friend too, you know some of these students lose interest in learning so I'm trying to be lenient so they don't see learning as something difficult and if it is difficult for them they can easily approach me” he said and I couldn't help but admire how committed he was to his job.

He ignores him and continues eating. Ace thanks Mr Garret and starts walking to the school. The school that doesn't even accept his existence. The school that destroys him more than you can imagine. The school that drains the life out of him as much as the house that is supposed to hug him like home. His school day goes by normally, with no black eyes or broken ribs. He walks to the cold, damp and dry house. The screams of his beloved siblings are heard, the laughter and the giggles that pain his heart.

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And

She loves the dom and little academy stories, she likes the stories where she took over the world and classified the world, making people either be doms or littles, she doesn't mind other kinds of submissives, but the littles are forever her favourite since she and I are both littles. Her characters go to the academy, they live in, and they go to classes to learn how to either be little or dominant, she'll be a little of course, but my boss wants to push her into being a little, he wants her, and he got his own way of getting her to slip and fall for him.

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.