Converse Academy Novels & Stories

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

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

Across the room, Vanessa sat on Paige’s bed while Paige braided part of her hair absentmindedly. “…I’m telling you, Crestwell Academy students are annoyingly attractive,” Vanessa said, scrolling through her phone. Paige snorted softly. “You say that about every school.” “Because every year rich schools keep producing models instead of students.” That made me glance up slightly. Crestwell Academy. Today’s opponent. Another elite school. Another school filled with expensive watches, polished accents, luxury cars waiting back home and students who looked like they belonged in magazine campaigns instead of basketball tournaments.

The heat in her gaze was met by Willow’s consoling shake of head and affecting smile, and the Conjurer relented under that gentle persuasion. “We mean no offense,” the farmwife said, that same regard turned upon him. “I have two sons that are dear to me beyond reckoning. And you hear many rumors and stories regarding the Academe. The School has attached no such rumor to its name, but is still under the Charter of the Academe,” here she shrugged, “and that body’s reputation is not held in much regard.” She ended her statement with an ironic smile. “I come with no pretext; no hidden agenda. My need is plain.”

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

Even children learned to recognize it from history books and whispered adult conversations. Noctis Academy. The name alone was enough to make powerful nobles straighten their backs. It was the most prestigious supernatural academy in existence, a place where only the most gifted elites were admitted. Future rulers studied there. Monster prodigies trained there. The strongest supernatural bloodlines in the world gathered there. It was a place revered by many and feared by even more. It was also the one place I had spent years praying to avoid. Aunt Mira studied my face before speaking. “You don’t have to accept it,” she said softly, though both of us knew life was rarely that simple. I stared

The place I’d left with Isla in my arms, thinking we were coming back victorious. “We failed,” I said. The words were ash. “I failed.” “No,” Caelan said. “We’re breathing. She’s breathing. That’s not failure. That’s round one.” I wanted to believe him. “We get there,” I said. “We heal, then after we find her. That’s it.” “That’s it,” Caelan said. Elias’s voice cut through. “Academy!” I looked up. The hills parted. The Academy of Blackstone rose out of the valley like it always had. Stone walls fifty feet high. Towers with silver roofs. The main gate, iron and oak, big enough to march an army through.

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

I could see that it was already opened, clearly by my mother. I never get letters, no one to receive letters from. So I opened it and read the letter. Congratulations, Kathleen Mary Fisherman! You have been one of the few carefully selected and accepted into the Northmere Castle Academy. You have been noticed because of your spectacular musical talents involving the Chello and we offer you a full scholarship. Including a full meal plan and living arrangements at the castle, NCA is located in. We here at N-C-A can't wait to hear more of your skills, that is if you accept of course. Start packing, we will be picking you up one week after your acceptance letter has been sent. Please write back

We went back to her house and I had dinner with her and Wade and we talked and laughed and had such a good time I didn’t want it to end but Archer had a car waiting for me and I had to get up early for school tomorrow. “So what private school did he choose for you?” Wade asks as he walks me to the door. “Hollingdale,” Wade freezes and grabs my arm. “What’s the matter?” “That’s a very tough campus filled with snobbish kids and rough punishments. Promise me your stick to yourself and stay out of trouble. All in all they do have the best academic programs,” “I always stick to myself. Besides this could help me get into a good college,” Wade nods. “I’ll see you soon baby sister,”