Ekko Academy Novels & Stories

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

"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."

“Welcome home.” Zeke raised a hand to silence the celebration, facing the crowd. “There’s more,” he announced and my stomach tightened again. Zeke stepped forward until he stood right in front of me. His gaze softened, not much, but enough to surprise me. It was an expression I hadn't seen before. “You said you wanted something new,” he said. “A life with purpose.” I nodded, still breathless from the pain. “There’s a rogue faction two borders from here, Sablethorn. They have the last active healer academy still standing after the eastern collapse.” He paused. “If you commit to us, we will sponsor your full training there. Your education, your housing…everything.”

R.I.S.E Academy, Rise in Sakiyurai Estate... This Academy conserves people who receive the education sponsored by the Sakiyurai's. In another word, It's a total debiting school. Those who won't join a gang to pursue their careers will need to pay their debts while others need to serve their gangs to death. Either one or two. Choose! Mostly, whoever can't pay their debts will force themselves to join a gang. And her brother, Kai also happens to be one of them...

The breeze shoveled around, causing the collision of sets trees to give a whistling sound, the flying around of students question paper as they rounded up the last paper for the examination. I was finished already, and was still looking for a way to talk to Sarah as it had been precisely a month we had stopped talking. The West African Examination ended today with a subject of economics and I could already feel my shoulders sag from the tension I had been carrying. I am so glad we are done, I can't wait for secondary school to b over for me, I need a break.

"Haha, I was secretly taken aback for a moment. You're quite the playful one." Marika let out a somewhat dry laugh. "But the joke was only in the latter part. I'm not kidding about my wish." Taleo added, causing Mariko's expression to pale. ### "I've been waiting for this moment all along. The Etoile Silk Art Academy course is just 2500 coins for six sessions. We guarantee you'll dance like a pro. And guess what? The first 20 callers will receive 2 extra sessions absolutely free. Dial 0xx xxx…

“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.”

Several buildings that needed repair but had good bones. "This is perfect," I said. "What will you call it?" Keith asked. "The Ayda Memorial Academy," I said. "In honour of our mother." Keith's expression shifted. Something painful crossed his face. "She would have liked that." We walked through the buildings. I made notes. "This will be a place where any wolf can learn," I said. "Regardless of rank. We'll teach combat, magic, leadership, and healing." "And who will teach them?" Keith asked.

In these sanctuaries, they found solace, healing, and the freedom to express their authenticity without fear or judgment. The Luna Academy emerged as a multidimensional hub of learning, where beings gathered to explore the depths of authenticity across various disciplines. Renowned teachers, masters, and cosmic guides shared their wisdom, igniting sparks of self-discovery and nurturing the growth of each individual's unique gifts. The Academy became a melting pot of ideas, a cosmic symposium where diverse perspectives intersected, fostering collaboration, innovation, and the co-creation of a harmonious cosmos.

. "Luka, you aren't the only one in this room who has killed someone close to them. As I stated earlier, I started at Divine Academy the first year you started teaching. I went home during winter break that year, but I didn't return to school when the break ended. Rumor has it that I couldn't return to school because the war had broken out between the townsfolk and the royals, but that was only a partial truth. The war that occurred. It was my fault. I was spending the day with my best friend, Kirk. I showed off skills I'd learned in school those few short months. One of my favorite water skills I learned was creating a tsunami. Above water, tsunamis are easy to maintain. I can flatten my pa