Fantasy Academy Books Novels & Stories

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

Sometimes his puns aren't appropriate for the situation. "Vreihya, when I was still in the academy of magic, we learned about how to make a forest, but we never tried it because there is no vampire who can manipulate nature except you, now we will try it," he said, opening the chest in his hand and pulling out a book. I'm familiar with this book, it's a book of magic that lays out the rituals for combining magic. Someone can only get it if they are the highest or best in the academia. It's no surprise that I applauded when I saw it in uncle's possession again.

Someone who cleans the house, cooks, does laundry, does gardening, and grooms the dogs. I was 16 when I finally learned how to manifest my enchast and my spellbook. It was one of the happiest days of my life. Every sacrifice was worth my dream. Though that was the beginning of everything. I used my magic to expedite my work such as putting protection in my eyes when cutting onions. I was 18 when my grandmother convinced me to be a student in Venduque Academy, the school of mages in Plandreas. It is where spellbooks are created by the main source of enchantment protected by the authorities.

She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it.

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

“Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.” “That’s not what I mean,” I say, feeling my face flush. “You don’t remember ever… um… being someone else?” I ask, waiting for him to start laughing again, before I continue. “I have these dreams about you. About you and me actually. I think it’s long ago. You’re some sort of prince, and we’re on a beach and we’re… um– ” “I have them too,’ he says. “Every night, as far back as I can remember.”

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"

The outside activities are strange. *** Until one in the afternoon, Beth is my constant companion in subjects like math and geography. We also have a course called Mythical Creatures and Origins, and a random course called, “Humans vs Non-Humans”. So far, those are the most interesting classes. We just get reading material for the class which I’m a little curious about. I’ve heard that colleges have courses like mythology but to have it at a camp? That’s a little unexpected. I see Quill in the distance, but he’s with a group of Ones. I don’t call out to him, and when he does notice me, he lifts a hand in greeting.

"Freda, what knowledge do these books hold? Are they filled with spells or perhaps ancient rituals?" Freda's eyes gleamed with wisdom as she nodded. "Indeed, Sandra. Those books contain a vast wealth of magical knowledge. They hold spells, rituals, and incantations passed down through generations. They are a treasury of wisdom, offering guidance and insights into the realms of magic and the supernatural." I absorbed the information, my mind buzzing with the possibilities that lay within those ancient tomes. With my questions answered, I felt a sense of fulfillment in my exploration of Freda's sanctum.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.