Dimensional Academy Novels & Stories

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."

“To ensure your protection, we’ll announce that the family’s heir is back. These seven boys have been trained for years and dedicated their lives to you. You’ll be attending Prestigious Academy. There, you will learn various things.” “Prestigious Academy…” Alise has heard about Prestigious Academy before. It was a specialized school for studying arts, sports, and more. Once you graduate from the academy, they have a high rate of employment as Prestigious Academy has connections worldwide. One can say it is every young adult’s dream to study.

I didn't know what gave me the idea to come here, but I knew it was the only place I could be remotely safe. I adjusted my stolen cloak, pulling the hood lower over my cropped hair. I had spent years hearing whispers of Dominion Academy—where elite alphas trained, where only the most ruthless ascended. If I was going to disappear, I needed to do it in the last place anyone would expect to find an omega. And what better place than where alphas are gathered? The entrance was flanked by massive iron gates, etched with the Academy’s emblem, a wolf’s head, crowned in flame. Guards patrolled the perimeter, their presence a silent warning.

And I was one of the two names picked yesterday. You have a great opportunity to study inside the Moonligt Academy, because the MoonLight academy is said to be the largest, and most famous school in our world. Rain is my friend who studies here at MoonLight Academy. she is the reason why I went to this school. She listed my name in the raffle so I entered and i was lucky, I was picked. ​I am not like others, I am not a strong creature with possessed strong power. My only ability is to read minds.

“Why have you been siphoning energy from those who didn’t pass training?” Chancellor Thorne summoned a chest piece with the same eyeball symbol as our badges. “What the hell is that thing?!” Daryl said. “This is the main console of the siphon that allows me to extract the life energy from others,” Thorne said. “The Academy is housed in another dimension caught in the middle of yours and the one where Akarrius once was. When I approached this dimension, I realized my physical form was dwindling. It requires life energy to sustain my presence in this realm. Those who failed training at Zen Academy became fuel to sustain my body.”

But then I snapped my head to my parents, who were sitting on the couch adjacent to ours, when Mom uttered, "No." "Did I just hear someone say No?" I asked to make sure I had heard it right, and I searched for any confirmation from my mother. "You are going to a different academy, Claude. Here in this dimension, you will have your four classes of all about witches. Controlling your abilities, field of power, making spells, and of course, history." Mom explained, and my father added, "And three for vampire lessons in Transylvania where there is a special school that vampires are the only learners. And good news, since Pryce should be going there with you."

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.

Then she spat like venom. "You worthless brat! You shameless beast!" Her voice cracked the silence like a whip. "You dare speak like this to your elders? You whore! You run with males under the name of education! That academy is nothing but a den of filth! You lie down for any who ask! No better than a cheap thrill!" Elena’s wolf snarled within, but she stayed still. "California State university is the highest ranked pack academy. It raises future Alphas and healers for the nation. Your twisted mind can’t understand its purpose!" Elena stated