Cy Skylanders Academy Novels & Stories

“Oh, you’ll do more than survive, snowflake. You’ll thrive. With us around, no one will dare touch you.” I cut him a look. “Because you four are such a positive influence?” Rory nudged my shoulder, grinning. “Feisty. I like that.” I shoved him back. He liked that too. The Packhouse gates closed behind us, ward sigils flaring gold before dimming. Beyond them lay Lycandra—rolling hills, enchanted rivers, silver towers glittering through the treeline. Free. Wide. Endless. Inside the SUV? A cage. By the time we pulled up to Silver Ridge Academy, my nerves felt raw. The academy rose like a fortress—obsidian and moonstone walls reaching skyward, runes carved deep and glowing.

Ben slowly entered the academy. The atmosphere was lively there. Even though it was nighttime, the entrance was really crowded. Students were walking and chatting everywhere. The lighting system made it seem as if it was a day. Ben could see a huge board in front of him, 'Skyler Military Academy'. 'Skyler... Skyler, I think I have heard the name somewhere.....', thought Ben while following the drafters, who urged him to hurry. Ben was wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans. He was strolling towards the entrance to the interior of the academy.

Celeste and Remy had left for Storm Academy hours ago—their power no longer pressing against the room like a storm front. Alice Skye lounged on the chaise, legs crossed, platinum hair catching the faint light. Her phone screen glowed with the latest Fang stats: #NicoExposed holding steady at 9.1 million views, #QueensOfChaos still climbing. She scrolled slowly—smiling. “They’re rattled,” she said. “Celeste’s little show bought them time, but she’s gone now. No Daywalker shadow over the Board. No coyote grinning in the corner. Just us.”

Softly and cruelly. “Can’t I?” He steps closer, and I hate myself for flinching. His eyes drop to the movement. Satisfaction flickers across his face. “You seem to be under the impression that leaving Skyless Keep made you free.” He crouches before me, lowering his voice. “Skyless Keep belonged to the crown. This academy belongs to the crown.” His smile widens. “It means your cage simply got prettier.” My throat tightens. “You will attend your classes. You will obey your instructors. You will make no attempts to escape. You will not speak of this to anyone.”

Zephyr said, loading my plate with food I hadn't asked for, "tell us about yourself, Aria Blackwood." "There's nothing to tell." "Everyone has a story," Raven said, his silver eyes unnaturally bright. "Even those who pretend they don't." "Especially those," Lysander added, finally looking up from his phone. This close, his beauty was almost painful—like looking directly at the sun. "Leave her alone," Kaine ordered, though he seemed more amused than concerned. "She's Zephyr's project, not yours." "Everything in this academy is ours," Lysander corrected. "Some things we just haven't claimed yet."

What is she thinking? As planned, I discreetly meet up with Skye through the corridors. I whispered, "Is everything clear now?" Skye catches her breathe and replied, "The ceremony is about to commence. The headmistress is calling all the students, faculties and staff to attend. After all, it's a memorable foundation day." "Right. One which I'm sure is a lie." Skye smirks, "Definitely. The academy is built from the cathedrals of buried secrets and bodies fmr the previous wars. The academy sacrificed hundred's of their student's lives just to buy more time for Arthur to kill Raya."

True it was amusing for the alpha to see how Skye’s eyes widen in awe as she stopped at the heart of the place before she spun around taking everything in with her mouth open wide and her feet doing a giddy step as she continued to look around. Hakan was able to convince Skye to not just jump into one of the lines, reminding her that they had just eaten and a full stomach and rides were a bad combination “Hakan! Hakan! Look, look there are plushies in there! They’re so cute, how do I get them? I want them!” the giddiness that was exuding out of Skye’s body was contagious to the point that Hakan had to actually go up to the counter and register a game card in his name and top it up with a tho

“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.” I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have. But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed. It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.

Except for the playground, we tried the other playroom here and the one we spent the most time on was the arcade. We almost tried all the games here except basketball and singing. I think they removed the claw machine because I can’t see it. That’s a brilliant idea because Sunny might be sad if she sees it and we can’t use it because of the price from the claw machine. “Do you want to try that?” I questioned Skye while looking at the drift cars arcade game. Skye motion. “Let’s try that.” I cheerfully remarked. I sat down in the chair, and next off, I sat Skye on my lap so he could control the steering wheel.

“Is this still hard to understand? I've tried to make it as simple as possible. Mama, do you understand what I'm drawing?" Rachel looked at what Sky was showing her. Seeing images she didn't expect, she froze. “You ... want to do that with Mr. Hills?” "Yes! I want to learn to swim, learn to climb a tree, harvest fruit in the forest, learn how to tie a rope, explore the forest to look for pangolins, mark cool places on the globe, and play with my animal friends." After mentioning one by one the meaning of the pictures she made, Sky smiled sweetly in front of Edmund. "I want to do all this with Uncle Ed."