Awakened Academy Novels & Stories

I immediately traded the fruits for the cocoa. "Your mother and I were close when we attended the academy, Le Royal Academy for nobles, royals and knights. Well that was the old academy," Kylen began to explain, his eyes downcast and his gaze afar. "The new academy is called Elverton and it accommodates all," Shane picked up where his father left off. "Its a place where young supernaturals who can't control their abilities or those that are too different to attend human schools or colleges attend. You can also choose to attend with any special circumstances because as I said before Elverton accepts all," Shane spoke passionately about the school. So passionately, I swear he was trying to get

He kisses me on the temple with passion, squeezes me tight and I relax, rest assured that he means it because I know it’s true. AUTHORS NOTE - This is the End of Awakening but not the end of the Series. I do have more books related to this planned but this will be the last from Alora's story. Thank you all so much for sticking with it and see you in the next book xx

"Please. Take us. My dad will pay you whatever you want!" "My father is a director!" "My father is a department chief!" The voices piled together, rising into a single wave of pleading noise. … Cyrus felt his patience thin. His voice cooled. "I came for her. Not for all of you. If you want out, contact your families. Let them handle it." Panic surged again. "We can't reach them!" "Help us. We'll repay you. You won't lose out!" Ilyana watched the three of them and finally understood what she was seeing. These were not ordinary survivors. They were Awakened, or close enough. No one else walked into Greenvich Academy like this.

We could go into the backstory anytime, but let's focus on the matter at hand. I woke up at 3 AM, the morning for my early workout. Why do you ask? It's simple to train me for the upcoming awakening ceremony. Students are allowed to go through the awakening process to find out their hidden abilities and level as a hunter. The regulations decided on this to help the younglings decide on their future career path. I of course want to be a top-tier hunter. Why do you ask? I just need to give you a glimpse of my past. Although I barely remember that piece of memory, it must have something to do with the fear I felt back then.

[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."

They located the ancient, dormant soul-gates and sealed them permanently with heavy iron and consecrated wards, ensuring that no dark sorcerer or reanimated husk could ever claw its way back to the surface. They salvaged ancient parchment scrolls and artifact fragments, storing them safely away so that the history of their trials would never be forgotten—nor repeated.​Back at the central fortress, a grand vision was taking physical shape. ​Recognizing that peace required vigilance and education, Dave and Laura established the Dawn Academy of Frequencies. Situated upon the high stone terraces overlooking the valley, the academy was designed to train the next generation of guardians, youth fro

A quiet before something vast and terrible. I close my eyes. Whisper the old words. A promise. A warning. A vow. And when I turn back, they are all still—caught in the enchantment of a sleep that will keep them safe. For now. I take a slow breath. Then another. And the last thing I hear is the whisper of the academy itself— ancient, alive, and waiting. It's time.

The first rays of dawn crept across the Academy towers, painting the courtyards in gold. Aera woke with a heaviness in her chest, the events of the previous night still fresh in her mind. The Veil’s reach, the new ally’s warning, and the awakening of her sigil left her no room for complacency. Every person in the Academy was now a potential threat—or a secret ally. Kael was already awake when she reached the training courtyard. His expression was serious, his eyes scanning the horizon like a hawk.

Kaikuh thought as her system replied. "Investing all your points to awaken your new mind power. Mind point invested, remaining 10 points left. New ability in progress, new ability found. New objective, survive a few minutes without the system. Reward, awaken your new power" "What's all this messages popping up, it's hard to follow up. Wait, did I just hear survive without my ability, no I need to recheck" Kaikuh thought as she saw the message written boldly, "New objective, survive a few minutes without the system"

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?