Academy Novels & Stories

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various resear

“To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.” “Prestigious Academy…” Alise has heard about Prestigious Academy before. It was a specialized school for studying arts, sports, and more. Once you graduate from the academy, they have a high rate of employment as Prestigious Academy has connections worldwide. One can say it is every young adult’s dream to

“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

And invite our mates over to visit us – I sigh, shaking my head and brushing her away, ignoring her crazy words. But, even if she can’t stop thinking about our mates, I have to admit…the lure of the Academy itself? It’s starting to sound better and better. Chatter has been going around, of course, about what life is like inside. And honestly…I can’t wait to see it – presuming, of course, that I get there. It just sounds amazing – you get sorted into a discipline, and then you get to spend months learning the most in-depth, obscure, secret things about whatever that discipline is –

“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.

A howl rose, distant and mournful. Ashwyck Academy didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a test. And monsters or not... I wasn’t planning on failing.

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.

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.

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

I say. "It looks like this conversation." She meets my eyes directly. "You need to understand something clearly. The people who want you gone from this academy are not students with personal grievances. They are organized, they have resources, and the containment order is not the final step in what they have planned. It is the first step. What comes after it is not something I will describe in detail here, but I will tell you that leaving this school on your own terms is a significantly better outcome than being removed from it on theirs."