Converse Academy Novels & Stories

Adrian The name had mattered. That was why I read it again as the car slowed at the wrought-iron gates. St. Aurelia International Academy. It was not ostentatious or cold. Stone and glass balanced in a way that suggested permanence without arrogance. When I had reviewed the files at three in the morning, this was the detail that had held my attention longest. There were no donor wings named after living benefactors. No glossy mission statements promising excellence like a threat. Just consistency.

I decide to go to the bathroom which is the farthest from my class, hoping that when I get back Eric and Jenna have finished talking about Prom. The back of our school is directly adjacent to the Pepperwell forest, even though there is a guard rail but in certain parts it has been damaged. The few kids who wanted to smoke or skip classes usually did so while hiding in the Pepperwell woods.

Second, you have to be in contact with someone from the inside higher authority circle of the academy. And third, you have to be one mad genius or some freaking promising next in future ‘Einstein’ level scholar. And I am none of the above, I got in there with my 4.5 GPA academic background and national level athletic track record. Yes, I love to play and read. Not only the academic program, like their tagline ‘Aim For Excellence’ the institution itself has top-notch benchmarking performance. Archibald Academy has set a record of 100℅ admissions into ivy league institutions for its scholar students program in which I was more than interested to enrol in.

The academy was just as magnificent as Evercrest, perched on a hill and surrounded by a dense forest. Graycrown Academy. They say it's the best academy in the world—well, in the werewolf world, that is. The car passed through a tightly guarded gate and parked in the massive front courtyard. I could see a crowd of students in various uniforms scattered around in groups. Seeing so many potential competitors made me extremely nervous. Luna Dawn and Alpha Jace stepped out first, followed by the other selected students and me.

The discussion about Colt's new school happened that evening, over takeout pizza on the living room floor. "So," Clara said, setting down her slice. "We found a school for you." Colt looked up suspiciously. "What school?" "Royal Academy. It's a private school in North Dallas. Very prestigious. Very fancy." "How fancy?" "They have a planetarium." Colt's eyes went wide. "A real planetarium? With stars and everything?" "Real stars. Real everything."

My name is written in perfect script: Zara Blackwood. My fingers tremble slightly as I break the seal and unfold the letter. Miss Blackwood, We are pleased to offer you a place at Blackwood Academy, a private boarding school for gifted students. Our campus, deep within the Ember Forest, provides a unique opportunity for young people like yourself to grow, learn, and thrive. Your term begins immediately.

“Maybe that’s why Connor enrolled you into the Alpha Academy.” “He did what?” That was news to me. Luna Amelia raised a perfect brow. “Oh? I thought you knew.” I didn’t know what to think. “Is this some kind of university?” Joel mentioned the academy in passing, I remembered. But that was for alphas, which I was not. “You can call it that. It’s much more, though.” She inclined her head slightly. “It took me by surprise that he would send you so far away so soon.”

After finishing her meal, Leanor dismissed Alice and Raina, and walked out of the hall. She stopped at the Academy back gate, enveloped by towering trees and vibrant shrubs. Sighing, she settled on the grass, absentmindedly picking up stones and hurling them into the bush. Her mind wandered back to her days in middle school and then back at Gifted Academy. Gifted Academy, a world- famed institution for werewolves. The hostel is a sturdy, stone building located within the school grounds, surrounded by dense forests. The entrance features a large, iron gate with moon-shaped engravings.

But acting normal was becoming totally impossible. School was supposed to be my safe place. It was supposed to help me escape the heavy, tense feeling inside the giant mansion. Instead, school had always been just another battlefield for me. I went to Westridge Academy. It was a very fancy, expensive private school built on the edge of the city. It had clean, polished hallways and perfectly cut green lawns. The students there wore their family wealth like a suit of armor.

Chapter 5: A Whole School Of Freaks Outside The Main Building, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter could not believe what he'd been told let alone what he'd witnessed when he'd been in gym class. Conway Rollins, his roommate had been a rather large and brutal werewolf and easily slammed and tossed about the other large and powerful muscled brutes that happened also to be werewolves. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck as he attempted to make his way toward the heavy double doors only to be pounced upon by a rather giddy Conway Rollins who had reverted from his werewolf form to wrestle the smaller pale nerd amid the blue mattresses. Porter had been caught compl