Novel & Cerita Awakened Academy

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.

I was only a joke who couldn’t protect the people she loved when they needed it the most. “That’s how the first year in the academy works. I was a General in the Royal Army, and before that, the Main Tracker in the Royal …. What I want to say is, I thought you would like to learn how to protect yourself, how to fight back and I could help you with the training.” His words surprised me and my gaze roamed up, meeting his eyes. He looked uncomfortable, maybe he didn’t want to do that, and was only offering help out of pity.

We are keeping a low profile as Wade suggested, so that we can find out who exactly wants us dead. Willas Aranal makes the list of suspects easily. Every member of the Paragon Chamber is on it, including our Uncle. We trust no one. “The Academy consists of four Orders. The Founders. The Wardens. The Elders, and The Shapers. On naming day, you get named as one of these,” Willas explains as we tour the vast school, him and his son in the lead. Lukas clarifies, “Your names will best suit the power your crest holds.”

Despair washed over me. I froze and looked at him. "Do you really have to kill me?" "I'm sorry," Thomas's eyes softened unexpectedly. "Killing you is the only way to save you… and to save more people. I have to clean up the mess I've caused." Before I could respond, I blacked out. When I woke, I was back at the abandoned factory. The stench of blood and decay filled the air. A pile of corpses lay before me, and I was tied to a bed, unable to move.

Sarah When I woke up Joshua was gently rubbing my head, whispering in my ear. “Wake up sleepy head. Everyone wants to go on a hike today.” I didn’t dare tell him I’d barely gotten any sleep. I sat up and looked around the room, trying to catch my bearings. Joshua leaned in to kiss me good morning but I pushed him away. The last thing I remembered, my mouth was filled with Nate’s semen. I wasn’t about to kiss Joshua. “Not now. I have morning breath,” I told him.

He wants to ship me off to this bloody academy so he would continue being Alpha while I'm learning what exactly? This felt like exile disguised as honor. A way to get me out of his hair while he consolidated power. The thought made my blood boil. Bullshit, just bullshit. My eyes hardened with anger. Then I heard Riven continue, "The following names are chosen to come study at the Academy." He started listing names from each pack starting from Firstfell and I saw him call Tyrion's buddy from earlier and then finally he got to Grimwell. "Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton

That evening, I duplicated the Bell of First Dawn,the ancient chime that hasn’t rung in a century, said to awaken the slumbering guardians of the academy. It rang at midnight. Clear,pure, and earth-shaking. Students ran out. Professors fell to their knees. Even the birds got silent. Morwen stood on her balcony, tears streaking her face, as the sound washed over her like judgment. I stand on the roof with Jason, Kael, and Elian, watching the chaos unfold. “Who’s doing all of these?” Kael whispered, very shocked. Elian shook his head. “It’s like the academy itself is healing.”

I said, leaving him stunned for as second as I walked past him and opened the door up. A ray of flashing soft coloured light, warm toned music and that thick pure alpha choking scent welcomed me in, with a few deep stares now focused on me. Time to act. I took a short breath, pushing the scents down, and then walked right in, my eyes not focused on anyhow as I showed ignorance to all their gruesome stares. “By the way your highness, I forgot to tell you one more thing,” Ryker voice popped into my ear, “This academy is divided into two campuses, the Right and Left wing—”

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

Logan asked, raising an eyebrow as he flipped through the brochure, which showed images of towering gothic spires, glowing runes, and students practicing magic in lush courtyards. “It’s a spiritual academy,” Evelyn explained. “This school specializes in helping people like you—those who’ve encountered forces beyond our world. It’s a place where you can learn to control your fears, understand the powers that linger around you, and protect yourselves from dangers yet to come.” “Wait,” Mia said, her voice tinged with disbelief. “You’re saying this school is full of people who’ve fought monsters or… whatever we did?” Evelyn nodded. “It’s not just for survivors like you. The students there have u