Academy's Undercover Professor Novels & Stories

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

Just as she was building up the courage to face Professor Wellesley, Professor McClone walked in. "Good morning, class. I'll be taking over today's lesson. Professor Wellesley is...unavailable," Professor McClone announced. Adeline's face fell. "Where's Professor Wellesley?" Sofia whispered. Adeline's eyes scanned the room, her heart sinking. Sofia noticed her friend's crestfallen expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" Sofia whispered. Adeline shook her head. "Professor Wellesley's not here," Adeline whispered back, trying to hide her disappointment.

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.

Closer to the front please, I don't want to hear complaints about you not being able to hear or understand what I'm saying in the long run," he says without looking at her. It was loud enough to reach her too. A few students snickered and shot her a glance as she made her way closer to the front. Talk about a terrible first day. Azalea set her things down after she took a seat and fetched for her things as the class continued on. As it did she found herself staring at her professor more than anything. She's seen men with the same physic like his but she was all 'meh' about it. His demeanor, the way he speaks and presents himself, is all peculiar to her. She can only wonder why he acts like h

Every other thing would fade into nothingness whenever she was in the room. I distracted myself with my phone, and I scrolled aimlessly through TikTok. I soon got engrossed, and I didn't notice when the class quietened down until a deep voice that commanded attention said: “Good morning, 2025 Freshmen, welcome to ***** College. I'm Professor Stephan King, your lecturer for IHS 101: History of the unknown world.” I looked up, and my world tilted over in the most horrible way possible. Because standing on the podium and introducing himself as the lecturer of the most important course in our 100 level was the man I hooked up with yesterday, the one I rode with reckless abandon.

After everything that transpired… After all the time spent thinking there were no more secrets… Another one had surfaced. --- Rhysander's POV Just as Margaret finished her words, Marcus called. I moved a few steps away to take the call. "Speak." "We’ve improved the university video." "And?" "The professor is undeniably Adrian Cole." I briefly shut my eyes. "What are they doing?" "Engaging in conversation." "Can you hear them?" "There’s no audio." Marcus paused a moment before adding. "But there’s an additional detail." "What is it?" "Harold hands Professor Cole an envelope."

Elizabeth wondered how much less the man would have taken, but the deal was done and Eddie was in the lead. According to rumours, the assassin and his historian had fallen on hard times. He’d been a monk in his younger days, and the historian was a former professor of archaeology at some prestigious university in Europe for several years. The institution had a highly respected program, one that the historian had disgraced when he had been caught in his office with his pants down with one of his younger female students.

Si leaned over and whispered, "She works out every day. She could probably take you in two out of three falls." Max raised an eyebrow. But Si had already turned away from him, facing everyone seated there. "I don't have to tell the rest of you why we're here or what's going on, but before we go any further, let me introduce you to Max DiSalvo, Commander, United States Navy SEALs, Retired. Max." He turned. "Meet the teamKevin Markham, George Lorenzan and, yes, your newly minted wife, Regan Shaw."