Converse Academy の小説・ストーリー

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.

I swallowed hard and dragged my gaze away from the open training field ahead. I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t rebuilt. I wasn’t anything yet. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. “Let’s just… go to check-in.” Naomi nodded and guided me toward the courtyard. Naomi nudged me gently. “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a school before.” “I haven’t,” I admitted, voice small. “Not like this.” “Well,” she said, flipping her curls, “welcome to the Northern Moonlight Academy. Home of egos, drama, and the best academic program on this side of the continent.”

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

Sofia The gates of Crescent Dominion Academy gleamed under the morning sun—wrought iron woven into traditional symbols of excellence, legacy, and wealth. To the human world, it was one of the top elite private academies in Moonveil, known for its rigorous academics, old-money students, and ivy-covered prestige. I had walked through these gates a hundred times before, but this time was different. This time, I wasn't walking in alone. Theo held my hand, fingers laced tightly with mine, as if he were daring anyone to challenge us. Maybe he was. We'd barely made it two steps into the quad before heads turned and whispers rippled like wind through dry leaves.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

"Dear students, you are Confluence Base City’s future hope. I hope that all of you will work hard to cultivate and become Confluence Base City’s mainstay in the future." After his brief speech, Old Master Chris passed the microphone back to the dean. The dean took the microphone and said, "Only ten students from Confluence College will be selected to enroll at Cloudtop Academy. I will start announcing the names of students one by one now." Ten students!!! Considering how there were thousands of Confluence College students, ten spots were too few. Cloudtop Academy’s enrollment consisted of nothing more than testing Gene Grades and Realms. "Ding…" “Name: Skye Lancaster.”

His well-built, muscular body and fierce brown eyes made him a chick magnet, no surprise since he was one of the best athletes in the Academy. "What kind of video?" Melchor asked, pulling out his phone and instantly opening the Lexington Academy Platform App, searching through the trending section. The Lexington Academy, one of the top institutions for higher education in the country, had its own social media platform akin to F******k, Twitter, and I*******m. It featured all student activities, Academy information, news, and more.

Sunlight streamed through the massive stained-glass windows, casting brilliant fractured diamonds of blue, purple, and gold across the hundreds of graduating students. I stood near the front of the stage, smoothing down the front of my white graduation robes. The heavy gold embroidery along the collar caught the light—a subtle nod to the Sovereign core humming peacefully beneath my ribs. It had been two years since the fall of the old regime, and today, we were the first class to graduate from the Unified Academy. "Stop fidgeting, you look perfect," a familiar voice whispered from my left.

she said. "I know," I said. "And Marcus," she said. "I know," I said. She was quiet. "Tell me what you're actually thinking," she said. I thought about how to say it. "There's a school," I said. "In Center City. The Carver Academy." I paused. "Small. Sixty students total across six years. Exceptional academic program. Strong arts integration." I paused. "The kind of environment that attracts children who think unconventionally." I paused. "The kind of environment where a five year old building local geological models and developing notation systems for emotional significance would be challenged rather than exceptional." I paused. "Where his specific quality would be the standard rather than

Leo asked, his big eyes looking up at them under his neatly brushed hair. "We will be waiting right at the front gate the exact minute school ends," Julian promised, holding out his fist. Leo grinned and bumped his tiny fist against Julian's large one. --- The drive to the Academy was smooth and quiet. The school was located in one of the most beautiful, historic districts of the city, surrounded by towering stone walls and lush, ancient oak trees. It was the premier private academy in the state, a place where the city's most prominent families sent their children. For years, Elena had seen pictures of the school in magazines, never dreaming that her own son would walk through those grand ir