Novel & Cerita Bookish Box Zodiac Academy

Pulling a key from the necklace around my neck, I unlocked it, already knowing what I would find: the tools of my trade. A set of six silver throwing knives, four vials of wolvesbane in liquid form, a medium-sized bottle of silver flakes, and, situated at the bottom, taking up almost half the box, was a small tranquilizer gun with ten darts; strong enough to knock even the strongest werewolf unconscious within twenty seconds. My tools have never failed me; now the trick is how I will sneak this into the Academy unnoticed. Looking over, I see the small bag containing my toiletries, opening it, I dig around and decide to put the silver box under the tampons and pads.

"The people from the Academy will be here soon. Wait." The Academy. Hayley caught that immediately. "What Academy?" she asked. An older man stepped forward. His badge also started with an A. He looked her over from head to toe. "How many gifts do you have?" "You answer me first," Hayley said. "Then I'll answer you." The old man paused, then nodded. "Fair enough. You've been selected by the Sovereign Academy. There's no harm in telling you a little. "The Sovereign Academy represents humanity's future and hope. We're led by the core members of the Academy, focused on researching the zombie virus. We search for the strongest individuals to take part in that research.

“I want to know every bloody thing about them. Especially about their Alpha- Zompano and the brothel owner- Zev. “You must have your reasons, Aira. I trust you,” Zane sighed. “Fine ! I will get back to you with everything tomorrow morning,” he agreed and started to part ways with me to leave for his football practice. However, we all stopped in our tracks when the speakers of the Academy blared out:

“Your curly hair is short but long enough to be a mop on your head. His dark hair falls against his forehead. A ring sits in your nose on the side opposite to that of Krew. His hands were covered in random tattoos that make me want to touch them. Two topics appear. Red and black. I stump, the black. Zeno… The red must be Reed's. I follow the two as they lead to the same place. The closer I get, the closer I get to the huge hall of this Academy. The doors are made of wide glass, letting in a lot of sunlight. It bounces off the walls, creating rainbows everywhere. I open the front double doors. Two wolves run past me, and the wires move with

“There are things here, El⁠i, tha‌t even a scholarship student m⁠ust know. Westbridge is‌ a sa‍nctuary, a sc‌hoo⁠l, yes b‌ut it is also a‍ hunting ground. S‌o‌me students are not w⁠hat they appear and som‍e walk in human form,‌ but their na‍tur‍e is far m‍ore primal. Wol‌ves, shifters, creat⁠ur‌es from old lineages. You must act careful‍ly, do not⁠ draw attention an‍d do not speak of this to your parents.‍ They‍ belie‍ve this is an‌ elite acade‌my. They must not know the rest.” ‌I swallowed so hard it hurt. Crea‍tures? Werewol‍ves? I knew this already but hearing it from her made me more scared. “Yes, ma’⁠am,” I said, though my pulse raced. Ev‌ery ins‍tinct screamed at me to‍ run but r⁠unnin

Their eyes were asking me and Raid but Lotus was the one to ask us about what happened here just earlier. “Raid, Cerina, what happened? We heard explosions coming here and then an earthquake suddenly shook the whole Academy. We thought the enemies were attacking us again and your base was their first target but it seemed that we were wrong. What actually happened?” Lotus stated, reiterating his question. “Lotus, Vela, do you know about the existence of the thirteenth celestial zodiac, Ophiuchus?” I asked the two siblings and answered Lotus with a question too. They were startled for a moment after hearing me out.

My eyes narrow at the space between them. Confetti coats the table, with two large bowls—one filled with candy and the other with potato chips. There’s a plate stacked with soft-baked cookies sandwiched in buttercream and topped with a single pink candle. A young man with curly light copper hair and a sturdy build rises, offering a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he chirps, his round face lighting up with a smile as his deep, warm brown eyes fix on my mark. “It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.”

"Then next time don't ever let Alex Brennan bite your neck again. I've never understood why werewolves were so obsessed with mating and markings." "Why do those scars appear on my neck?" I repeat again, because He has not answered my question. Balthazar clucked angrily. "Caroline, even though I'm much older than you, I don't always have the answers to your questions." "You say you've heard of the same case as me?" I pressed again, not wanting to budge. "You must have a theory or something" I know Balthazar is a bookworm, his only source of entertainment in a castle of this size is this library. He doesn't have a cellphone, TV, radio, laptop, or internet in this modern era.

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?

Alexander’s voice came quietly behind me. I swallowed and stepped toward my son. “You’re right,” I said slowly. “I am being selfish.” I reached for Zarek’s hand. His fingers slipped into mine without hesitation, warm and steady. The sight of him like that made something in me ache. “I have been researching about the Great Shifter Academy, mummy, and I am sure this one will fit me.” He slipped the backpack off his shoulders with careful pride, opened it, and pulled out a small tablet. His fingers moved quickly across the screen like he had rehearsed this moment.