Eternal Academy Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”

"Nelson, we're in Aragon right now. Didn't your parents tell you..." When he heard the name Aragon, Nelson froze. Espada? What were the Greens doing in Espada? What were his parents supposed to tell him? Questions popped up one after another and flooded his mind. He forgot about the wedding completely as he returned to the backstage area and grabbed Kenny and Opal, and his tone had never been so nervous before. "Mom, Dad, Jackson said they're in Espada. You didn't tell them I'm getting married today?" The couple looked at each other. "The Greens relocated to Espada a month ago. Didn't you know that? I thought Sinead had already told you."

Chapter 19: Top 15 and Still Invisible The afternoon classes blurred into each other like background noise Nico couldn’t turn off. First was Supernatural Ethics—dry lectures on Accords compliance, moral obligations of immortality, the ethics of blood sourcing post-war. He sat in the back, notebook open but pen mostly idle, staring at the page while the professor droned. Whispers followed him in, whispers followed him out. No one spoke to him directly. They didn’t have to. The Daily Fang notifications kept pinging on every phone in the room.

The next day, [Rina P.O.V] The chapel was beautiful at twilight. I stood in the upper gallery, hidden behind a pillar carved with celestial hosts, looking down at the nave where the Academy gathered for evening devotion. It was not a religious service in the traditional sense - Aetherion had outgrown simple gods - but a ritual of alignment. Students and faculty knelt before the fountain of consecrated water that bubbled up from the Academy's deepest spring, drinking in silence, letting the harmonics of the place attune their magic to the ley lines beneath.

divide had been redirected into planetary healing. Epilogue: The Apex Academy Six months later. Oakhaven. The ruins of the Academy had been replaced by a structure of glass, living wood, and sapphire stone. It wasn't a school for soldiers; it was the Apex Conservatory, a place where the New Breed and humans studied the science of resonance together. Elara sat on the balcony of the "Queen's Suite," watching a group of young cubs—some with fur, some with scales, some purely human—play hockey on a rink made of her permanent, "Ever-Ice."

"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."

Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

His jaw was tightly clenched, and he looked tense. Why was he nervous? Was he afraid Anne would reveal our relationship? Or was he worried Anne would embarrass Felicia? Felicia's hand hung in the air, but Anne merely stared at it without any intention of shaking it. Feeling humiliated, Felicia bit her lip and turned to Connor, tears welling in her eyes. Tears, the ultimate weapon. Almost instantly, Connor grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers right in front of Anne. "Ms. Yule, I heard you lost your memory, and it's stuck at three years ago?" Walter, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "Do you still remember me?"

“The Bane pack youths had latched onto Ember while she was at the academy.” “What academy? You didn’t want her off pack lands?” Calum asked with confusion. “Bernadette had banished Ember and sent her to Wood Creek Academy as a scholarship orphan after Ilene had framed her for changing grades on the teacher’s computer.” “What? That academy is full of pompous pricks?” Calum answered with concern. “Well, turns out the Bane pack have some of their youth there and they took Ember in. She had requested to stay after I found her and I was forced to agree, since she no longer trusts me or the pack after what she’s been through.”