Angelic Academy Novels & Stories

"I do not like wearing gowns or skirts. Do not worry, I will reimburse you for the gown. I am sure it cost you a large sum." "No, it is a gift. Next time I will be sure to send a beautiful blouse and pants." She eyed him. He was dressed in a grey tuxedo and black shirt. As usual, he was not wearing a tie, and the top buttons of his shirt were unbottoned. "Do not bother yourself, we have very different taste." "If we don't go in now, you are going to miss the auction." Marcos said and offered her his arm. "Thank you." She reached for his arm but Adrian threw a punch at Marcos. Marcos staggered backwards but he quickly regained his balance. Marcos punched him back and they both started fightin

I pull a hoodie over my head and follow her down the hall to the headmaster’s office with a heavy sigh. The Academy has four floors and his office is on the top which normally wouldn’t be a problem except I have to walk up two flights of stairs to get there instead of just flying a few meters. There is a large space in the center of each floor that allows angels to simply fly between them. I miss my wings terribly and my heart pangs at seeing the others fly around. I desperately try to look away but my gaze keeps moving back to the flying students as we walk up the stairs. I sigh when a wall blocks them from view and forces me to turn my attention to Julie in front of me.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

From afar she looks like a boy. No wonder the man called him 'little girl'. Maybe he thought Angel was one of the junior academy students who got lost. Yes, Angel is indeed a student at this academy, but she is a senior student who graduated six months ago. Now she and her mother, as well as her best friend Rain, have come to the academy to take special training forms.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

My Angel is the most beautiful woman in the world. When she steps outside for her Luna ceremony and I see her for the first time, I feel like my heart is going to stop. Everything disappears and it’s just the two of us. She is everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never thought that I would have.

Alex Rockefeller was stunned for a moment. The Fairy Doctor chuckled a little. “Well, you’re underestimating the Flying Eagles Academy. The Flying Eagles Academy is the equivalent of America’s royal academy. It’s the main camp in the ancient battlefield, the base that protects America from being defeated. It’s also the power center of the highest authority in America, as well as the birthplace of powerful experts. Even the leaders of America have very high regard for the academy. How could I possibly be the strongest here?” “What do you mean?” Alex asked.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

The electronic voice echoed. He tried again. “Identity verification failed.” In a panic, he started pounding on the iron gates, shouting hoarsely, “Open the door! I’m Victor Medici! I want to see Rachel!” From the surveillance screen, I watched everything unfold. Leonardo glanced at the monitor and asked, “Donna Medici, should I have him removed?” I looked at Victor, who was completely unhinged, and a faint smile curved on my lips. “Let him wait. Get the elders. And one more thing,” I reminded. “Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.”

WELCOME TO EIDOLON ACADEMY “Where legends are born… or buried.” Dear Miss Rowyn Vale, Welcome to Eidolon Academy, the realm’s premiere institution for godblooded education, transformation, and survival. You have been chosen by the Calling to enter a sacred four-year training cycle. Please be advised that failure to complete your annual Divine Trials will result in permanent dismissal. Or death. Whichever comes first. ORIENTATION DETAILS: Eidolon is a sentient, living castle located in a protected pocket realm between the mortal and divine planes. The castle may shift, rearrange, and respond to your emotional and magical energy.