Archangels Academy Novels & Stories

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

I added pouting. "Okay," he said running his fingers through his hair. I jumped and squealed happily. "But-" he said making me stop abruptly, "-you'll be going to the same school as Xavier. Just to make sure nothing happens to you." I squealed in happiness and huged him. "Thank you very very very very much Theo!" I said happily into his chest. His hands slowly wrapped my little frame and that's when I realized what I was doing. I was hugging him when he was almost naked!

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?"

But to the inhabitants of Zandor who didn’t know much about the vastness of the universe, the Wielding Academy was a prestigious place. “God Academies are educational institutes that house several talents from across the universe. They are called God Academies because they are the greatest learning institutions that our universe has to offer. They have the best resources in the cosmos, and are the best places for young talents to hone their skills. They produce several ascenders, and are the starting points for many gods. Till date, most of these academies house some of the children of the gods.”

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.