Converse Academy Novels & Stories

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

Even though she still chats with the girls, they never spoke about school. "Crescent academy?" she asked. She still had a year before she graduated and went to college. Crescent Academy is the most prestigious werewolf school and so is its university. For a while she forgot about her studies. "Yes. You're a strong Luna, Vesper, but I also need a Luna who could sit beside me in diplomatic settings and boardrooms." Kyrell saw the confused look in her eyes. He knew it was a lot for her to take in. "Looks like you already have everything sorted out." Vesper shuffled closer to him until her knees brushed his.

SSHS 35 La Florence Academy, a prestigious school that every elite member of the society wants to go into. A school that has a high quality of education, despite the trash personalities of its students. It is a kind of school where it almost reflects the harsh society outside of its fences, and the school somewhat acts as a shield for the minds of its students as they train them to be able to stand their way into the harsh and feral world. La Florence Academy was dearly loved by all of its students and staff— both from the past and the present— as it was considered their second home. La Florence Academy was always buzzing with life, even on the weekends.

William clears his throat awkwardly before speaking up. "What was the Academy's name before?" I could tell he was staring at me. I can't look. Couldn’t. "Huh? The Academy? Ah, it was, Hills College. Father changed it after mother died so the names are pretty much forgotten now. Even the uniforms changed." "Hills..." How? What kind of cruel joke is this?

I don't know what to do. I can feel his breath next to me. I need to do something. " So you mentioned something about an academy. What's that?" I asked stopping whatever he's trying to do. " When a girl or boy turns 16. they will receive a letter to join an academy to increase their skills and they will provide more training to the students. We will stay in the academy for a year, only allowed to visit our home twice. But we can contact our family members through the phone which is allowed. It's a three years study and there are many academy's available in slateville." I eagerly listened and I desperately want to study there. It will be awesome to get new friends and I will work hard to be a

Deacon says. “Do you want to question her? My guy can be a little intimidating, and I’m not sure if that’s the best approach with this one,” Raff asks D. “Sure, I can remain impartial with her,” Deacon nods, and I admire his self-control. Deacon and Raff leave the room, and moments later we see them step into the room next door. The girl doesn’t react to them, just continues rocking and talking silently. “Hello, my name is Deacon Collins. I run an academy within the Grey realm for students aged 18 to 24. We provide accommodation, food, clothing and security. I’d love to offer you a place if you think it might be something that interests you,” D says softly.

details Tula, "from what I've heard, it's mostly a healthy rivalry that's present between CCMS and ASI. Only some teens from here and there that are maybe biased." "Mmm, well," I say, "what sister schools do we have?" "Oh, I know there's one called ISL, Institute of Supernatural Learners. And there's TRES, Traverse Research Educational System. And CCR, Converse Circuitry Repository. I think there was another one, or two, but I can't recall them," says Hala. "I think one of the other one was one called Last School of Though, LST, but I'm not sure of the last one," says Morgan.

Is that school really that great? I did not give any reaction when I heard the door being opened slowly. I continued talking. "The school fees are pretty expensive. I don't think Dad will agree to enroll Zach there. "Didn't I hear that Convalesce High is an undisclosed elite high school in the city? "Huh? "Alright. I understand. I won't let Zach enroll there." I was suddenly kicked off the stool I was sitting on. Zach snatched my cell and quickly scrolled through it to read the information.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.