Ekko Academy Novels & Stories

The werewolf academy, under Jo's capable leadership, became a haven where supernatural beings from all walks of life could come together to learn, grow, and embrace their unique gifts. As overseer of the academy, Jo worked tirelessly to foster a sense of unity and understanding among the students. They organized workshops, cultural exchanges, and collaborative projects, creating an environment where diversity was celebrated and differences were seen as strengths rather than barriers. Recognizing Eva's profound connection to the academy, Jo approached her with a proposal. "Eva," they began, their voice brimming with enthusiasm, "I believe your presence at the academy would inspire the student

"This was not--" Headmaster Noah puts his hand off, telling me to be quiet. I immediately stop talking. "This is Yellow Sun Academy," Headmaster Noah starts, "Here. We teach you, the students, the skills you will need to survive in the Wild. We teach you about the animals you will encounter. We teach you about which plants can save your life. We do not teach you how to respect each other. We do not teach you to draw your weapons against another student. We do not teach manners nor common sense because I feel, those are things most of you should already know."

Knowing my son he knew that this was not just a mere trip to his grandparents. “So, What do you want?” I sneered at this horrible Alpha. “Tell me what is going on within the borders of that awful rogue camp?” He said with disgust. “It is not a Rogue camp. It is a training center.” I sneered. “What he means to say Alpha. That It is an Academy to train the next warriors. Yes, some of the rogue fractions have congregated within the borders but it is mainly just a training center. His brothers have set up an academy to teach the next leader and warrior history of our kind as well as educate them on other supernatural creatures and their customs. One of Marcus’s brothers opened up a PreK thru 12

"And what did you tell them?" "That Ember Academy does not expel students for surviving an unjust world," the Headmaster said, some of his old steel returning to his voice. "But I will not lie to you, Sera. That answer will not satisfy every family on this ridge. You have made yourself the center of a conflict far larger than any single student should have to carry, and I fear it is only beginning."

Training arenas where dragons spar with phoenixes and nobody’s keeping score. And beneath us, the biggest skate plaza ever carved by gods or mortals: rails made of frozen lightning, bowls carved from meteorite, a full vert ramp that loops through a permanent tornado. Kael is waiting on a platform of solid air, arms crossed, smirking. Kael: “Welcome to Aerie Academy, class of eternity. Population: whoever’s crazy enough to stay.” He tosses me a key made of black glass and stormglass. Kael: “Dorm Blackbird-Coyote. Top floor. View of the void.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”

My name is written in perfect script: Zara Blackwood. My fingers tremble slightly as I break the seal and unfold the letter. Miss Blackwood, We are pleased to offer you a place at Blackwood Academy, a private boarding school for gifted students. Our campus, deep within the Ember Forest, provides a unique opportunity for young people like yourself to grow, learn, and thrive. Your term begins immediately.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

While Alex focused on teaching fighting and attacking. "Are we off practice tomorrow?" I asked Alex after we finished training today. As usual I lay KO on the grass in Pack's backyard exhausted. Alexwhowassitting next to me turned to me. "No.We'restill practicing tomorrow ... morning." I groaned reluctantly as I rolled on the grass.My cheek rests on the fresh grass that feels cool under my skin. Because tomorrow afternoon there's the Full Moon Party, so I think we'll take at least a day off from training. Alex Pack said Yellowstone would be hosting this year's Full Moon Party, which is why Alpha Sam invited me yesterday.