Converse Academy Novels & Stories

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.

It all started back in kindergarten. Magnus Clementine Elite Academy—it was a school where all the rich and privileged children gather. Sons and daughters of wealthy businessmen, influential families, politicians, corporate leaders, and the like, flock in the Academy to be nurtured and raised to be the leaders of the next generation. From kindergarten up until their graduation in college, they are stuck in the Academy, promised with the fame and fortune in the paths their parents already paved for them. It was to this school that Cathedra was sent to on her first day. She was accompanied by the orphanage Directress in her rickety old car that existed for a number of years greater than all th

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

As she never had gone to an academy even before, all the knowledge she had was due to her thirst for power and her… mother. Thalia leaned against the counter, her demeanor shifting to one of informative ease as she began explaining. “Acina Academy is quite prestigious. It’s known for its rigorous curriculum—everything from standard subjects to more specialized disciplines like magic, combat, and healing arts. Parents generally start discussing enrollment as soon as their children can read and write. The academy has a reputation for shaping future leaders of the Empire.” “Do you think Kael would be accepted?” Elena found herself asking, her mind drifting back to the boy practicing swordplay b

The bastard wasn’t the chosen representative—good for him—so he could lounge around without a care. “Don’t try too hard, alright? We both know your team is losing anyway.” “See you later, Chad,” I merely said, cutting the conversation short as I made my way to the auditorium. Despite the ungodly hour, people were already lining up outside, probably hoping to snag front-row seats. Students from Lunara Academy, the so-called counterpart of Alpha Academy, had also arrived. Located just nearby, it was an all-female academy for the prestigious. It wasn’t solely for Lunas, but for those who wanted to embody the Moon Goddess herself.

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.

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