Angelic Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Archmaster declared in a very authoritative voice. There was a sudden lump blocking my throat. That punishment would be a disaster. I can sense it. I caught Caya gulped then she gasped an air. She looked terrified. “Yes! Copy that. I’ll take them here as soon as possible, Archmaster,” Angel gushed then she bowed to the man before opening a portal to the Academy’s infirmary. The portal closed when Angel entered into it. Portal magic is really that convenient when it comes to travelling between spaces and dimensions. Though, I have this intuition that Angel could not still use its full potential.

His tone was calm and lifeless, but the burning anger behind his eyes could not be mistaken for Gukasho. “I dare not, my lord. I am only concerned for the princess’ well-being. Should she fail to attend Transylvania Academy, the other three Halflings will target her easily. It is the only place that could help her bring out her full potential.” Transylvania Academy was founded by the three leaders of the world. The angel, Michael, from the Benevolent World; the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk, from the Ambivalent World; and the demon king, Lucifer, from the Malevolent World.

At Cody’s nod Angel said simply “Bring her by first thing in the morning. If she’s any later than seven I can’t promise, I’ll have time to watch.” She saw Enrique was here and asked, “Did you and Louisa get settled in?” At his nod she said “Good, I’ll look into schools first thing tomorrow morning after I see Damon’s cousin.” Hunter asked “Schools?” Angel nodded and said, “Turns out Enrique’s sister is a straight A student and was attending a bad school, I am going to provide a scholarship of a sort to a private academy for her.” Hunter glanced at Damon who nodded, and Hunter said “The best would still be Huntington Academy; it was founded over a hundred years ago by Damon’s relatives. He sh

I tried again but there was still nothing but silence. Suddenly a rock came flying into the room shattering the window making me scream. The rock landed right in front of me and I could clearly see that there was a paper attached to it. "Ace!" He yelled and a few seconds later a buff looking man ran through the door. "Yes sir," the man said to Theodore. "A rock was just thrown into this room from the window. Quick go find who it was," Theodore ordered and the man rushed out muttering something into his earpiece.

By the next morning, preparations had already been made for Anastasia to begin school. Not just any school… The Supernatural Academy. It was where supernatural children were sent after their first manifestation. A place where young witches, wolves, vampires, and other supernatural children learned to understand the powers that had awakened within them. Anastasia was only ten. But her manifestation had already begun. And that meant she had to go. The large black carriage rolled slowly through the academy gates. Almost immediately, the atmosphere changed.

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

The thought of my sister Wilma being in some sort of trouble made me quicken my pace. During class hours, the grounds of Acadia Academy are empty, leaving one to appreciate the beauty and magnificence of its ancient architecture. All of it was like a lonely gothic castle; a very old, marvelous work of architecture that once used to be a cathedral –Dracula’s fortress if you may, just with the exception of the bats. There are pointed arches, stained glass windows, and ribbed vaulting in the commons room, the assembly room, the main library, the cafeteria, and the hallways. The outward structure boasted flying buttresses and gothic spires with two large stone gargoyles guarding the front gates.

I stare at the glowing screen of Arlo's laptop. Two angels. An ancient Vampire Progenitor. And a squad of terrifying, mythical beasts. This isn't just a night patrol, this is the absolute peak of the Academy's elite power structure. "Don't even think about it," Arlo mutters, his beautiful face totally pale as he reads the roster. "Forget about sneaking a person out. With a team like that, an ant couldn't even crawl out of the gates alive."

He was actually 48, with a son my age studying in one of the city's top foreign language schools. I convinced my parents to let me transfer and become his deskmate. Through my meticulous maneuvering, his son eventually fell for me. His name was Karl Buckley. At school, he had a notorious reputation for being the school's bully. When he found out which college I had applied to, he chose the same city. Without his usual gang around him, the sharp arrogance in his eyes softened. They were clearer now and looked almost harmless. Still, he was his usual flippant self.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.