Dimensional Academy Novels & Stories

"She spent her last three days before she vanished researching the academy’s original layout. She found a blind spot in the basement floorboards." Adrian stepped past us toward the iron gate. He didn't touch the glowing red runes directly. He raised his hand, and a thin, precise layer of blue frost coated the bars, completely freezing the magical alarm system. The red glow dimmed and died. He pulled the gate open, the hinges moving silently in the cold. "The frost will only keep the alarm dead for ten minutes," Adrian warned, looking down into the pitch-black staircase leading underground. "Move." We hurried down the narrow stone stairs, the air getting colder and thicker with every step. Th

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.

*** Two hours later, three limited-edition sport cars, a royal blue, passion red and pristine white with sleek silver stripe around each, courtesy of A-mobiles, drove into the last gates of the academy. They pulled up in a classic style in a private parking space meant for the three heirs alone. Don't throw shades! As their fathers were the founding members of the school and the only majority share holders, an insignificant issue such as a private parking space was the least demonstration of the power the young heirs wielded in the academy! Co-founders, De' Argent, Winterfield and Campbell, were old friends and business partners which made their heirs easier to bond. BEVERLY HILLS ACADEMY, w

“You aren't cleaning my study anymore. As of tomorrow, you are an official student at the North Elite Academy.” Faith’s eyes widened. “The... the academy? But I can't go there! I’m a Dud! It’s for the top shifters in the country, they will kill me!”.

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

"This right here is is just a lounge for studying. I've seen more make out sessions happen here than actual studying," there wasn't much to the first floor other than the study lounge on the left and bathroom on the right. The maroon wall of the lounge went well with the warm fluorescent light in the room. The one thing that did catch my eyes was the silver engraving of the Luveldom Academy name and symbol on the olive green wall. We resumed our journey and proceeded to go up the stairs. Luckily for me, Yumena held my bags which saved me from a task of complete struggle. My thighs eventually began responding to the excess amount of stairs. We had only reached the third floor and Yumena looke

Alexander asked again after a moment of silence. "Enroll me to an academy," Danial said casually. "The one and only prestigious Diamante Academy that located in the neighboring country, Balzatine Kingdom. Please write me a recommendation letter to enter that academy. I need to go there as soon as possible."

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

“I have talked to Daleyza; she will cover the afternoon’s meeting for you. We are going somewhere special!” Demrid had tackled the office work for an outing, planning to impress me with his qualities. So, I played along and went to a massive building in the suburbs of the city with him. He announced proudly. “Welcome to the first supernatural academy, my sunshine.” Entering the double doors of the academy, a cocktail of distinct scents greeted me, waking up Bella from her slumber. She yawned lazily. “We are in the middle of outcasts, Ann. Demrid has gathered leftovers of every species.”

"I mean I can't blame you. She is pretty daring and not lacking in looks either." "Are you sure you should be talking about a female student like that?" "Sensei. The Academy is a school dedicated to the sciences, arts and everything business related. I am therefore unable to turn a blind eye to anything that interests me." "And Atlas interests you?" I glare at him, my brows frowned.