Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry, babe. We’ll get you deflowered before finals.” The other girls giggled like hyenas, and I wanted to melt into the carpet. “Actually,” Miranda chimed in, “I heard it’s not just the guys. Apparently Weston has… really hot professors.” “Ohhh, now we’re talking,” Kelly purred. “Details, bitch, don’t hold out.” Miranda leaned forward, whispering. “There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.”

I was wrong. You see, I had grown close to the Celestial Emperor’s children in the time that I spent here. Shanxi, Peter, and Anna were especially receptive of me. Sharon and Sarong were more difficult to befriend for obvious reasons, but in time they too let their guards down and considered me a friend. From them I learned something. The professors who had come this time were not beyond the average rating in the God Academies! Grandmaster Yue Lao and Grandmaster Cairo were in the lower rankings in emperor Academy, but the other professors were all in the middle ranks. The only person who was in the upper ranks was Professor Stern. Apparently, for academies like God king, Emperor, and King’s

Before the professor can melt into the shadows, Ryder strips his gloves and helmet, shoving them at a equipment manager, and sprints down the tunnel, his skates clacking harshly against the concrete. He catches Adrian just as he reaches the heavy metal doors leading to the parking lot. "Professor," Ryder calls out, his voice raspy from shouting plays on the ice. Adrian freezes, his hand hovering over the push bar. He turns, and for a split second, his mask of academic composure slips, his eyes widening as they rake over Ryder’s sweaty, disheveled form. He doesn't say a word, just nods stiffly, a flush creeping up his neck, before pushing the door open and disappearing into the night. Ryder g

frustration thickened his voice. Marcus frowned harder in confusion, “What the hell do you mean?” Cedric leaned back against the couch, “Dude, I almost got exposed! Killian Salvatore is the king?!” he spat “He’s a professor at the National University! Same department as me! If he caught even a glimpse of me at that party, I’m dead. I’m sure he was undercover!” Marcus smirked a chuckle, crossing his arms. “So you were right under the king’s nose the whole time, and crying for a connection to take his place?” He laughed loud enough to make Cedric glare at him.

Martial cultivator affairs were not easily explained to academics. "Ah, it must be related to the earthquake earlier," the professor deduced, recalling the tremors that nearly trapped them in the tunnel. While they conversed, Adrian hurried over eagerly. "Professor, if this is a palace, think of the treasures!" "Adrian, we're not treasure hunters nor grave robbers," the professor chided firmly, his tone stern. "I apologize, Professor," Adrian muttered, chastened. Seizing the moment, the professor launched into a lecture about professional ethics and the sanctity of archaeological work, reminiscing about his youth.

“We took it upon ourselves because, well… Vaynes have their pride. And even if we hadn’t, someone else would have investigated them eventually. So why wait?” “I see.” She nods, her expression sharpening with thought. “What do you know so far? Maybe I can help with what I know.” “That’d actually be helpful,” I admit, steering us out of the parking lot. “My uncle started tracking the pill’s trail after his son died. His search led him to the Academy, but I was the only one young enough to go undercover, so I volunteered.” “Okay.” “I followed several leads,” I continue, tapping my fingers lightly against the steering wheel, “but they all fizzled out. There was this one student. I had to capture

It took them quite sometime before they were able to track it back, which in the end led them to the possibility that the missing apprentice necromancer was actually the current Headmaster of Iridos. It was then that they started to suspect the Professor Sonny and decided to be do an undercover in his school. At first, it was only Madam Xing and Yuna Tao who was up to the job of doing undercover. But because Professor Sonny was so keen into hiding his true identity and clandestine actions, their undercover was put into a standstill for a long time to the point that they were almost on the verge of giving up. The Headmaster rarely does something that would betray his disguise, and so Madam Xi

Professor McClone turned, a hint of surprise on his face. "Ah, Adeline! What can I do for you?" he asked. Adeline took a deep breath. "Professor McClone, I was wondering if you could tell me why Professor Wellesley wasn't teaching today," Adeline inquired. Professor McClone's expression turned guarded. "I'm afraid Professor Wellesley had an unexpected commitment arise. He'll be back tomorrow," Professor McClone replied. Adeline's disappointment was palpable.

she says in her silken French accent, “what brings you here... illegally?” “Nothing,” Ellie blurts, panicked, as she grabs my wrist and tugs like she wants us to run. Ms. Lovelace raises a single eyebrow, her stare unwavering. She leans back slightly, resting her hip against her desk with calculated ease. “I might be a boring old teacher, Miss Ellie, but I’m not stupid. I was a young girl once, too. Though I wasn’t a student at the most strict university in the world.” She pauses. Her gaze sharpens. “You do understand, don’t you, that your future could be over the moment you’re caught snooping? There are no second chances here. The Academy does not forgive mistakes.”

’ Layla sat up straight and pulled out her note and pen, not wanting to give the professor any reason to attack her, which she was sure she would be looking for. The class hushed in a few seconds, and all eyes were on professor Terra. “Good morning, class. I’m Professor Terra Geode, and I’ll be teaching you history this academic year. As custom at Nox-Luminis Academy, this week and next week will be dedicated to teaching you first years a very important topic that has affected our world for centuries.” She clapped her hands, and a large white screen in front of the class lit up. ‘Oh no. Not today.’ Layla winced, shrinking into her seat as some familiar words appeared on the screen.