Novel & Cerita Council's Academy Series (new)

Megan was there, cross-legged on the bed, painting her toenails. There was one final person there. Kirsten. She was sitting in the corner chair. Our eyes met for one second before she looked away. Sheila was folding two nearly identical crop tops into her designer suitcase when her eyes suddenly darted to me. “Oh, look who’s here.” She cast me a disgusted stare. “Honestly, why is the council letting wolfless garbage into the Academy? It’s a combat school, not a shelter.” “Maybe they need someone to wash our dirty gym clothes,” Megan chimed in from the bed, not looking up.

I say. "It looks like this conversation." She meets my eyes directly. "You need to understand something clearly. The people who want you gone from this academy are not students with personal grievances. They are organized, they have resources, and the containment order is not the final step in what they have planned. It is the first step. What comes after it is not something I will describe in detail here, but I will tell you that leaving this school on your own terms is a significantly better outcome than being removed from it on theirs."

The academy’s polished grandeur thinned into something older and less cared for. More dangerous, Theron thought, not because the Hollow Grounds held more serious threats, but because the academy looked away from them. As they crossed the final courtyard, the awareness inside him sharpened once more, closer now. Ruin lifted his head. Theron’s pace increased. He reached the residence doors first and pushed through without knocking. The entrance hall was empty, silver sconces, worn wood, quiet, too quiet.

He’s to be tried tomorrow. “This is treason,” he says. “Against the Council. Against order.” “The Council is dead,” Syra says. “You killed it when you sold kids. We’re building something new.” That night, we name it. Not Council. “Pact,” Rook says. He’s sitting with the other kids, learning letters. “Not Council. Council sounds like old men talking. Pact sounds like promise.” “The Luna’s Pact,” Alaric says. “Twelve packs. One law. No collars.”

SUSAN joined the academy to be an alchimiste, they passed the whole night celebrating the success of their 3 children. After a week REK left the castle to join the academy of knights. SUSAN started her studies in the academy of scientists. AHMET moved to the council tower, in this tower first second and third floors is places where academy professors can enter, the forth fifth and sixth floors is a big library with rare books that talks about history ,magic ,races and dragons, the last floor is a lab where only the council can enter. After 7 years AHMET read all the books in the tower and become officially a scientist the council gives him the badges that proofs he is one of the elites.

Charlie Pov It had been a few months since Carmen had departed this world. We had all returned to our homes, Emmett had stayed behind to help Alpha Carlos in his pack based in Rome sentence and deal with what was left of Carmen's rogue army. We had kept our promise and created a royal council with a seat from every section of mystical and magical species represented. We had held the first one this morning and it had gone well despite the Vampire King Nicklaus slight annoyance that Emmett had asked for and won the vote to allow the Rebal Vampire King a vote on the council. It was unlikely he would attend the meetings or even take up his vote but I agreed with my mate, giving him a vote was a

The man standing in front with his back facing the crowd was the one to turn around, causing everyone else in their group to quiet and form a straight line behind him. “Let me be the first to welcome you all to the new improved academy. I am Dean Alec. Since the opening of the Academy, we have reconstructed the program. We are here to educate, train and prepare for the future of our supernatural community. You are the future of your packs and have been chosen to be the first in the new and improved Academy. You will be the first to be educated about the changes to the supernatural laws and will have new core programs that will require a passing grade of B or higher.

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.

she says. “Your Academy?” Katelynn asks her. “That’s right. MY Academy. The Council has given control of the Academy to me, and I will make sure that this school runs like a well-oiled machine. Anyone who can’t abide by the rules, is out,” she says sternly. Megan yanks her arm away from Cyra again and this time, Cyra lets her go. Megan turns, her posse following her. Alpha Nevaeh follows their progress until they have left the dining hall before turning back to me.

He hesitated for a moment and then reached for my hand. I let him take it so I could get a read on him. He reports to the council, what is the council? That is strange… I wasn’t aware The Academy had a council. “Look I'm not trying to be weird, I'm looking to move up, away from Hunting into something bigger. I just need to know who to talk to after I complete this checkmate. You know this will earn me any title I want basically.” I said.