Romans & histoires Academy

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into.”

Besides that I've also heard that Omega is shunned because it brings bad luck. But Gabriel's little brother ... Cameron Adler, looks nothing like I imagined.

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I step back. "Uhh," Headmaster Strictcon says. Noah turns to face him. "If I may ask, what brings you to my academy?" "That is an easy question," Headmaster Noah answers. "I am here to offer something really special." "What is that?" "Scholarships to my academy, Yellow Sun Academy." It seems Headmaster Strictcon chokes on Headmaster Noah's words. He had to hit his chest a few times before he could talk again. "Scholarships to the best fighter academy in all of the world," Headmaster Stricton says, "That's very generous of you. No, that's

"8 prompts, the Academy restaurant. Wear anything, and I am looking forward to seeing you." "I'm not," I said, but I doubted he heard, or maybe he did and didn't care. "The Academy restaurant," Riley whispered. "That's the best spot on school grounds, Kelani. Shit, he's trying to take you to somewhere classy. What would he do if you agreed to be his?"

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 learne

Even Ethan sat up straighter. The academy was... impossible. That was the only word for it. It rose from the earth like it had been grown rather than built, all spiraling towers and organic curves. The main structure seemed to be carved from a single massive piece of black stone that gleamed red in the setting sun. Hence the name, I supposed. Windows glowed with warm light, and I could see figures moving within—students, maybe, or faculty. The grounds stretched for what seemed like miles, encompassing forests, lakes, and what appeared to be several smaller buildings connected by covered walkways.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other

It is unrecognizable from the fortress-like pack house of my youth. Where there were once high stone walls and guarded gates, there are now open courtyards, glass-walled meditation pavilions, and sprawling training fields that blend seamlessly into the ancient forest. The Academy is not a military installation; it is a sanctuary. It is a place of learning, of healing, and of profound, quiet discipline.

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?

Getting filthy, outrageously rich. --- Mythos Academy is stupidly huge. Tens of thousands of rich, superpowered, emotionally unstable teenagers crammed into one campus. Most people see a prestigious, globally ranked powerhouse. I just see an absolutely massive, untapped goldmine. With that much raging teenage chaos in one place, the Academy's internal forum is a warzone, strictly divided into nine Alignment Factions. Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine.