Classroom Of The Elite Year 2 Volume 4 Novels & Stories

Twenty-Six - Daniel King’s POV – “Everyone! Sit down!” It was Mrs. Onevic’s voice that made the whole class quiet, as she was walking towards the teacher’s table. Though few of my classmates were still chatting and walking towards their sits, she continued, “Congratulations, graduates for your hard work.” She paused as she glanced at everyone with a smile, “All of you passed the 4th quarter.”

Psyche! "I-I see, I'm glad you're happy." Miss Arlert replied with a forced smile then opened the book she was holding. "Anyway, before we start our class, I'll remind you once again that the exams are coming up within a month. As the Class-A of the 11th grade, I hope you're all studying hard to get high grades. I believe that each and everyone of you can do even better, you just have to put your mind into it!" Miss Arlert seemed like a kindergarten teacher if you didn't know she's the homeroom of Sage Academy's Class-A's 11th Grade. She has this approachable and innocent vibe to her, she's really sweet, no wonder a lot of students and teachers ask her out.

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

Somehow, some way, I would find a way to ruin it. And being alone isn't so bad. I wanted to ask about my husband, I wanted to ask how well he knew the man, but I opted for looking out the window and chewing on my bottom lip like I held a grudge against it. No. The silence is better. Thirty minutes later, the magnificent sight of Elysium Elite University came into view. It was one of the most elusive and prestigious universities in New York, a school founded by the most powerful men in the country at the time. Over one hundred years of history and it still ranked first every year as the hardest school to get into.

The taste of his dominance was addictive. A slow smile spread across Julius’s face. He’d spent years dreaming of her attention. Now he had her need, raw and desperate. He nodded down the hall. “Room 204. It’s always empty after two. The teacher has a free period.” They moved quickly, a silent pact between them. Julius tried the handle. Unlocked. He pushed it open, and they spilled inside, closing the door softly behind them. The classroom was a monument to mundane order: neat rows of desks, a whiteboard covered in half-erased calculus, the faint smell of chalk dust. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting the air into golden bars.

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”