Demigods Academy Novels & Stories

It was good to know that there was no pain involved in the process of transforming. "Well, what are you?" Rachel questioned, I had never had that question asked to me before. It made the metamorphosis of my change even more real. "I'm a Witch, I only really found out last week," they both reacted the way I expected them to. Their faces were the epitome of shock. "Are your parent's Supernaturals? I know on-occasion Supernaturals with adopted human parents are usually recruited into one of the Luveldom Academies," Rachel's British accent was really pleasant to the ears. It was also intriguing to find out that there were more Luveldom Academies around the world. "My Father is actually a Warlock

It was was the red moon day in Hades court, the sacrificial day and also a day to give back to their source, "The End Realm" All elders sitted round the sacred coven,dresed in a black cloak with each holding there magic wand, with an empty seat is empty, that of Meera. Just before the ritual began, the eldest of the court summoned their acient witch mother, the only witch in history posses the dark crystal. The head however couldn't get through, he noticed something was wrong. He felts detached from his root, he felt like his access has been denied.

Even Ethan sat up straighter. The academy was... impossible. That was the only word for it. It rose from the earth like it had been grown rather than built, all spiraling towers and organic curves. The main structure seemed to be carved from a single massive piece of black stone that gleamed red in the setting sun. Hence the name, I supposed. Windows glowed with warm light, and I could see figures moving within—students, maybe, or faculty. The grounds stretched for what seemed like miles, encompassing forests, lakes, and what appeared to be several smaller buildings connected by covered walkways.

Without her, both my mother and I would have died that night. I was born with golden ichor in my veins. That was the King’s blood, and it meant I was no ordinary mortal but a demigod. My mother held me and wept for a long time. “Hebe,” she said, “you have divine blood now. That means you will never die, doesn’t it?” She did not know. The ichor could not save me. The year I turned three, Hera’s nephew, a demigod boy named Alcyoneus, fifteen years old and built like an ox, came upon me on the Sacred Stair of Olympus. He asked whose daughter I was. I said I was Semele’s daughter.

Alec said looking between Louise and I. I sigh. This shouldn’t be hard to tell them but I’m nervous. What if they look at us differently. I know being an oracle is a blessing from the Moon Goddess but some people don’t see it that way. “Louise and I are oracles.” I blurted out. Better to get it out than prolong the elevatable. “What?” Dean and Alec say at the same time. “How is that possible? There hasn’t been an oracle for decades.” I heard Robbie mutter.

Under the order of the leaders of Churches, their followers were seized and persecuted. Eventually, the Demigods formed a rebellion, seeking mainly the power of the Seed to overthrow the Gods and declare superiority. Their journey brought them partial victory, for they succeeded in finding the tree. But the second they came few inches near it, the glowing light on its core disappeared in an instant.

Connor rubs his hand down my back, but stays silent. "So, what, am I like a demigod?" Mom nods and dad stares at me. "You have the blood of a goddess, and your friends are gifts from your mother. Along with Connor's gifts, they are meant to show her love for you." He closes his eyes. "Before tonight, you hadn't let yourself open up. Tonight, you finally used the gifts Solis gave you. You're not just a demigod, Yvonne, you're a leader, and you have a lot more power than anyone can guess." He stares at me for a few seconds, then shakes his head. "You'll still always be my little girl, no matter what, but you're not just Yvonne, the daughter of the Alpha, anymore. Now, you're Yvonne, the biolog

"I will answer all of them. My name is Principal Adaeze. You are at Aethon Academy and you were sedated for your own comfort during transport." "My comfort," I repeat. "You are welcome." I stare at him. "That was not a thank you." He almost smiles. Almost. "Aethon Academy is a school for supernaturally gifted individuals. It exists separately from the world you grew up in. You have been enrolled as a student and this is now your home." "Enrolled," I say. "I did not enroll anywhere. I was in a bathroom." "Yes. We are aware of how you arrived." "You kidnapped me."

Layla didn’t know how to process this or what to make of it, but she simply said, “I’m possible from the looks of it.” She glanced over at the portraits of the many demigods who had been recognized for what they did at the Academy, and wondered what this meant fully. Now that she knew for sure, she could feel this cold slick feeling coursing in her veins. Almost like a midnight breeze. It gave her chills but comforted her at the same time.

I almost laughed out loud. Now I totally understood Evadne's "strategy." She’d cast a wide net, sleeping with multiple gods to up her chances. But she missed one thing. The Love God's traits were too strong. Her ugly secret was completely exposed. Deimos's face was black as coal. He clenched his fists and yelled at the servants. "Bring me every demigod in this temple with those exact marks!" Soon, four demigods were dragged in. Three War Gods. One Love God.