Novel & Cerita Dimensional Academy

Giving him a blank look, I prompted him to continue, "...but seeing your achievements over the years in your academia and not to mention the videos of your warrior class had me backtracking my decision immediately, of letting you in," Said Dean Douche. Well, at least he said something nice. I gave him a small smile out of courtesy and walked behind him with Jax and my brothers as he showed us around the academy. Even if I wanted to be disinterested, I couldn't. The academy was beautiful, with decades of old infrastructure encompassing it, beautiful lawns landscaped to perfection, there was even a bush maze, a small river and a forest, training grounds more than three times bigger than the on

The discussion about Colt's new school happened that evening, over takeout pizza on the living room floor. "So," Clara said, setting down her slice. "We found a school for you." Colt looked up suspiciously. "What school?" "Royal Academy. It's a private school in North Dallas. Very prestigious. Very fancy." "How fancy?" "They have a planetarium." Colt's eyes went wide. "A real planetarium? With stars and everything?" "Real stars. Real everything."

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

She had practically rewritten his academic papers, tutoring him and making him look far smarter than he actually was just so he could secure a competitive edge. It was her brainpower, her sleepless nights, and her hard work that had built his resume from scratch. She had been a truly dumb, blind fool. She had fallen for his sweet words and selflessly helped him, all so he could secure a coveted spot in the most prestigious institution in the country. And what exactly was Velmora Academy? It was the ultimate breeding ground for the elite. Every single person who graduated from its halls went on to secure a high-ranking position in the city, the state, or the government.

“Alright. First thing, you’re not crazy. This world? It’s real. Hidden, but very real. Humans don’t know about it, not fully. We, the supernatural, keep to ourselves. We blend in, hide in plain sight, but there are entire realms, kingdoms, and systems in place that they’ll never know about.” “Of course,” I muttered. “Because life wasn’t complicated enough.” “Exactly,” she grinned, then continued. “So Avenmoor? It’s not just an academy. It’s the academy, the top-tier supernatural school. People get handpicked to come here. From all over the world. Shifters, witches, demons, fae, vampires, you name it.” “Wait...demons?” I blinked.

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

So if she wanted to fake taking a drink, then that was her own issue. “To remain as neutral as possible, God Academies aren’t located on any major or minor worlds. They are their own worlds.” Mane’s expression was a sight to behold. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was no different- you could fight an egg in it. “They are that large?” he stuttered “Not really. The academies are worlds, that much is true. But they are way smaller than true worlds. Even Zandor is far larger than any of these worlds.” Ananse clarified.

As teachers of Werewolf Academy, the couple, Mr. Marjun and Mrs. Soledad Barnes, along with her eight-year old daughter went at the celebration of the Academy because of the success it had achieved. The Academy was recently presented as the top private school in the country, although many are wondering about its name as Werewolf Academy. "Mommy, Daddy, why is the school where you teach called Werewolf Academy? Is it true that there are Werewolves?" the eight-year old Melanie asked on her parents.

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."