Aether Academy Novels & Stories

As agreed yesterday, me and Aiden went to his academy so I can register. And as expected, his school is not like any other school. It's the school for elite. The Golden Academy. As far as I know they are very much strict with the students they allow to enter. I haven't even passed my credentials yet but they've already accepted me. It's suspicious why such a prestigious academy would allow a girl with no background, but I can only speculate that Hayden has something to do with it.

Most people at my formal school barely noticed me but to be honest, I actually liked it that way, it's quiet and safe with no drama. But, the moment I started schooling at Aetherhold Academy and living with my three roommates, Jordan, Macmillan and Orlando, invisibility became something hard for me. Aetherhold Academy is an Academy meant for powerful people, people with supernatural powers, however I have nothing, I can’t even command a spoon to stir up my cereal. I was invited by the school for mysterious reasons that I don’t know. Being the only human around powerful people made me a thing of bullying.

Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

Through it, I could see something that made my breath catch. Rolling hills stretched into the distance, dotted with buildings that looked like they’d been carved from moonlight and starfire. Students moved across the grounds—some walking, others floating inches above the grass, one group gathered around what appeared to be a small controlled lightning storm. The architecture was impossible, all flowing lines and organic curves that seemed to pulse with their own inner light. “Aethermoor Academy,” Elena said, pride evident in her voice. “Founded three centuries ago as a sanctuary for those with elemental gifts.”

The next day, [Rina P.O.V] The chapel was beautiful at twilight. I stood in the upper gallery, hidden behind a pillar carved with celestial hosts, looking down at the nave where the Academy gathered for evening devotion. It was not a religious service in the traditional sense - Aetherion had outgrown simple gods - but a ritual of alignment. Students and faculty knelt before the fountain of consecrated water that bubbled up from the Academy's deepest spring, drinking in silence, letting the harmonics of the place attune their magic to the ley lines beneath.

Her posture straightened, her expression turned calm, cool and unreadable then she faced me like an instructor facing a new cadet. “Follow me, Miss Heather,” she said coldly, not unkind but far from bubbly and from the corner of my eyes, I could tell Loren's surprise at her new form of character. We followed her through a long corridor lit with floating lamps. “You will find that Aetherion is stricter than most schools. We are a sanctuary of knowledge, not a place for sentiment and you are expected to learn, adapt and uphold our customs.” We entered a small estate and reached a modern apartment with stone walls, soft blue lighting and two neatly made rooms that stood one living room apart.

A group of initiates nearby paused, their white eyes flickering as they processed the "In-efficient Acoustic Event." "Voices are for emergencies," Vara signaled, a hint of her old self breaking through the indigo haze of her thoughts. "Why use the air when you can use the Aether?" "Because the air belongs to us," Kael muttered. "The Aether belongs to them." The Glitch in the Hallows

Training arenas where dragons spar with phoenixes and nobody’s keeping score. And beneath us, the biggest skate plaza ever carved by gods or mortals: rails made of frozen lightning, bowls carved from meteorite, a full vert ramp that loops through a permanent tornado. Kael is waiting on a platform of solid air, arms crossed, smirking. Kael: “Welcome to Aerie Academy, class of eternity. Population: whoever’s crazy enough to stay.” He tosses me a key made of black glass and stormglass. Kael: “Dorm Blackbird-Coyote. Top floor. View of the void.

Naturally the job were all directly serving in Aeternum military, it was also the only academy in Aeternum that were 90% of it attended by Aeternum commoners and The only chosen learning institute for the Kingdom of Eloesa. Granted, due to the natures of the Academy, that teaches the arts of war and battles. The Academy always have it’s student to attend the practical practice, and it was always be joining the military operations. In fact, the tradition of the school that were already beyond my control is that when the student enters their first year in the academy, no matter what the age of the student is, they will get their first kill on that year. That alone shows just how hardcore the a

Fantastic, So I was walking in the mist up a creepy forest road. I started walking and twenty minutes later the trees opened up and I saw it: Silvercrest Academy. It looked like someone had taken a gothic cathedral and a modern tech campus and smashed them together. Old stone buildings with stained glass windows next to sleek glass and steel structures. I stood at the edge of campus with my discount duffel bags and my split knuckles and my hair that I still hadn't dyed, and thought: I don't belong here. But I was here anyway. So fuck it.