Archangels Academy 소설 & 이야기

It wasn't a sacrifice that he was willing to make, but it was the only way. "She hasn't quite mastered or learned how to control her powers, so she will undergo the necessary training before she is ready to be on the battlefield" I spoke up. "Very well, Elder Victoria has been studying the legends of the angels for a long time now, so we are more than certain that she is the right person to train her," another elder said. "She'll start her training in a few days, but for now she will be getting acquainted with the pack and its members. This meeting is adjourned" I announced and stood up.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

She whispered, holding his arms, trying to calm him down. "The Elite Academy is ready to take our werewolves students so that they can resume their education over there." She informed. The Elite Academy was the oldest academy and the only academy in the whole world managed by God himself. But the only problem was that all kinds of creatures around the whole world used to study there, whether it was vampires, witches, mermaids, angels, demons, fairies, hunters, and many more. The demand for that academy started getting low when separate creatures started building separate academies in their region because they couldn't stand staying in the same place where their enemies used to stay.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

He gave me his hand and pulled me up on my feet again. "That is not true, my baby. There is one more soul you can get for our masters. Mira will be coming soon. And she will not be alone. You can kill everyone. I will be with you. But make sure to kill the unborn child in her womb. Two souls of the MacCarthy family. The blood line that was blessed by the four archangels. Angel Michael, Angel Azrael, Angel Rafael and the mighty Angel Gabriel." I smiled widely as I heard the good news my father told me. I was clapping my hands in excitement and I was laughing with my father.

If those idiots knew how to put their wings away then they’d be able to have a more diverse wardrobe. They don’t teach that here though. They want to make sure everyone at the Academy is under eighteen and the best way to do that is to look at their wings. On an angel’s eighteenth birthday, their wings change into their own unique shape. But before that they all look the same; some are white, some are black. They usually stay the same color when they become an adult, but they change their form and grow much larger. At that point they must decide their career. Adult angels dress in certain colors based on their field, while all of us under 18 wear grey.

She chuckled too late she pulled out of the driveway roared down the street by passing numerous blond-haired blue-eyed and beautiful pure-blooded angels going about their morning along the three-lined suburban avenues of the civilian residential homes of Sparda many teens were grouped together at the bus stops dressed in the pristine white and gold uniforms of the elite students of Gabriel's Academy as they waited for the bus that would transport them to school she smirked at some of the nasty looks she was getting from the so-called elites she was a Michaels Academy girl and they didn't have fancy uniforms Michaels academy was all about training the angels who would someday become the stron

The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of divine energy from the seals. At last, he reached the final gate. The great runes recognized his touch, flickering reluctantly before parting. Inside, the forgotten Archangels sat in their radiant cages: Gabriel separated from them is inside a silver cage laced with Sanctis Venin, the Holy Bane. It is a forbidden poison that only Na'ara knows. A poison she made herself. From her pure essence of corruption mixed with demon blood and a tear of a mortal saint. It causes excruciating burning inside angelic vessels, as if their holiness is turning against them.

The moment my skin touched the metal, a siren began to wail—a deep, cacophonous howl that made the very walls vibrate. ​"The vault!" Betty screamed, her face twisted in a mask of maniacal fear. "It’s a lockdown! You’re going to be buried alive in here!" ​Suddenly, the ceiling panels hissed open. Four silhouettes dropped from the darkness, landing with the clinical silence of professional killers. The Archangels. They weren't wearing the suits of the Roman gala; they were in full tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors. ​"Bloodbath it is," Malakai growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."