Fairy Tale Academy Novels & Stories

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.

“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.”

Miss Milly led them down the main path toward the forest edge. Talia walked beside Derek, they were somewhere in the middle with Damon not too far off from them. Alina was at the front with Selene and her crew. Miss Milly's voice carried back to them as she taught. "The Academy was founded three hundred years ago by the Council of Alphas. They chose this location specifically because of the natural magical energy in the earth..." Some students listened, most just talked among themselves. Talia tried to focus on Miss Milly's words but she felt eyes on her.

That spot belongs to me. How do I explain this? Should I tell her the truth? Would she be weirded out? She’s from the orphanage system—nothing to her name, no family. That’s how the Academy traps girls like her. They have nothing, and we offer them a life. A luxurious life, one they can't ever refuse. And they take it, because the alternative is starvation. Or worse. "Uhm," I mumble when she turns to look at me. "What?" She asks with a frown.

Happily ever after is overrated. “No I’m not, Cinderella has a step-mother who is wicked and 2 step-sisters and I don’t have any. Besides, Cinderella’s life changed when she married her prince charming. My life is not like hers… it’s just messed up, fairy tales like that do not happen in this lifetime already.” I said as I laugh at the idea of it. He smiles and faces me with this uncertain expression on his face. “I am glad to see you laughing now. You seem to be so down and... you might be right, but will I- will we ever going to see you again?” he said.

Since she promised him, she decided to go see him before deciding to leave the palace for good. Since it there was time before lunch, she went to her terrasse and took her time to relax and read the witch book. There was many spells for making fire, moving tools, growing herbs faster, and much more. She could understand how to read them but understanding the meaning of some of the spells was another thing, the book had a lot of chapters and as she looked at the next chapter it became harder to understand. It was like upgrading from novice to master, so she had to finish understanding and studying the first chapters to go forward. And it get harder the more you learn.

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."

Ancient vampire scholars who had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, werewolf generals whose strategic brilliance had shaped centuries of conflict, witch matriarchs whose knowledge spanned millennia, and fae nobles whose understanding of magic ran deeper than mountain roots. Together, we established The Rising Flame Academy, a magnificent fortress-like institution nestled in the Whispering Vale, where supernaturally gifted children could train in complete safety while fostering unprecedented harmony between species. Within its soaring halls, knowledge from vampire tacticians blended seamlessly with werewolf military strategy, while witch scholars collaborated with fae enchanters to creat

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."

I took a sip from my jug, nauhaw ako ulit, “Vexyiana.” She looks okay. So I guess it’s not a problem to talk to her. “Nice to meet you...?” “Axie. Nice to meet you din Vexyiana! Grabe, pati name ang ganda. Saan ka ba pinaglihi?” Our conversation was cut off when someone spoke, loudly. “Good morning, everyone.You are all here for the chance to be a student here in Quire Academy. To be qualified as our student, You must pass our 2-level entrance exam. The level 1 is a written exam. While the level 2, malalaman ninyo ‘yan mamaya. For now, let’s proceed sa level 1. Q Students, please assist them for their respective rooms to participate sa level 1. Thank you.”