Eternal Academy Novels & Stories

"Who’s there?" Out of the shadows of the weapon racks stepped Ethan Cole. He was the ghost of the Academy. A high-tier Alpha who spoke to no one, belonged to no clique, and carried a scent of ozone and ancient snow that made even the instructors wary. "I said," Ethan repeated, his eyes shifting to a terrifying, piercing silver, "Back. Off." "This is pack business, Cole," Tyler tried to bluster, though his knees were visibly shaking. "She's a Latent. She's nobody. Her own family gave us the green light to 'educate' her."

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

POV: Elena One Year Later The air in the Hudson Valley didn’t vibrate with the jagged, bone-deep static of corporate warfare or the necrotic hum of the Shadow Council’s dying tech. Instead, it moved in a melodic, rhythmic pulse—a deep, resonant vibration that felt like the earth itself was breathing through the foundation of the newly minted Lunar Academy. Standing on the wide, obsidian-tiled balcony of the main hall, I closed my eyes and let the frequency wash over me. It was clean. It was balanced. It was finally, after centuries of corruption, exactly what it was meant to be.

He knew, deep in his soul, that Nora was his one true eternal love, his partner till eternity. They found themselves at the same spot in the plantation that held a special meaning for them. It was a clearing adorned with a carpet of colorful wildflowers, the same spot where Ned has made his vow to love Nora till eternity some years ago. Ned turned to face Nora, his eyes filled with adoration.

She whispered, holding his arms, trying to calm him down. "The Elite Academy is ready to take our werewolves students so that they can resume their education over there." She informed. The Elite Academy was the oldest academy and the only academy in the whole world managed by God himself. But the only problem was that all kinds of creatures around the whole world used to study there, whether it was vampires, witches, mermaids, angels, demons, fairies, hunters, and many more. The demand for that academy started getting low when separate creatures started building separate academies in their region because they couldn't stand staying in the same place where their enemies used to stay.

We have; House Artemis and House Apollo which boards the Year Ones, then House Persephone and House Hades for the Year Twos, and finally, House Hera and House Zeus for the Year Threes, aka the seniors, aka us that are ready to hightail out of this shithole, fancy ass, elitist boarding school. Around the whole campus is a ring of thick forest, beyond which are the high gates that keeps us safely trapped, like an expensive cage. When mom had driven me to the school as a Year One student, I had been fascinated and excited to finally grace the halls of Acadia Academy. A week later however, I wanted to burn it down. It was Bibah who wrestled the matches out of my hands, figuratively and literally

"A hunky human boyfriend and two handsome ghosts who have the hots for you, one of which is a Viking, I used to drool over that show when it was on TV." I throw a pillow at her and she laughs. "This isn't a mini-series, this is my life." "Right." She sits up, straightening her shoulders. "And who is the new ghost by the way?" "Not sure. He looks like one of the paintings on the wall." She snaps her fingers. "That's where I've seen him before. I didn't get a good look at him before as I was at a distance. That's Benjamin Davers. He's the founder of the Academy."

Erika said to the two in front of us, I just breathed. "No one can betray them because they have strange devices in their bodies that they cannot remove because that person is the only one who can do it. If they want to disappear, they will die." Señior Dracula said to us. "For every replacement Elders, there is a device that will be inserted into them and that is the device made by Señior Matt even Maria Vero does not know its formula." Maria Irene answered us and Erika and I were wowed. The dead will be able to remove it from them, Señior Matt is no longer there to be removed.

The place I’d left with Isla in my arms, thinking we were coming back victorious. “We failed,” I said. The words were ash. “I failed.” “No,” Caelan said. “We’re breathing. She’s breathing. That’s not failure. That’s round one.” I wanted to believe him. “We get there,” I said. “We heal, then after we find her. That’s it.” “That’s it,” Caelan said. Elias’s voice cut through. “Academy!” I looked up. The hills parted. The Academy of Blackstone rose out of the valley like it always had. Stone walls fifty feet high. Towers with silver roofs. The main gate, iron and oak, big enough to march an army through.

Cassian quickly alighted first, assisting Ethan down while announcing warmly: “Your Highness, we have arrived at the Imperial Academy.” Ethan stepped down gracefully, gazing at the grand entrance. The Imperial Academy stretched out before him, a vast and verdant space, shaded by large trees and lined with exquisite flowers. The main gate stood wide open. Reed and Leo swiftly dismounted and followed closely behind Ethan. As Ethan crossed the main gate, Cassian began to introduce the Academy: “Your Highness, the Imperial Academy has been a focal point of the Emperor’s attention. He has ensured its renovation and expansion over the past three years since his ascension, believing that a strong n