Novel & Cerita Fantasy Academy

He sent me letters about the Igor and Vincent thing to quell my suspicions and keep the focus on Edward Adler. I'm such an idiot. "Alex ... " Jake's voice that reprimanded me made my mind distracted again. His hand patted my shoulder and squeezed it tightly. Claws were already extending from my hands, while my body was shaking without my noticing it. Suddenly Jake, Bastien and the others jumped away from me along with a loud snap coming from me. I raised one of my arms which had been extended by the sharp claws growing on my fingers. Hair also started growing from all over my body.

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?

“Allow us to reintroduce ourselves. I’m Professor Alaric D’Arcy, and this is Professor Terra Geode, and we would cordially like to invite you to study at Nox-Luminis Academy.” “Nox-Luminis? What’s that?” Layla asked, tilting her head to the side. “It’s the most elite school of magic and supernatural creatures in your world and ours. We pride ourselves on training only the best of the best students, helping them home their skills, and becoming powerful and wonderful leaders.” Terra said, puffing her chest. Layla’s lips pulled into a frown, and her brows scrunched. She, in a school for magic? Did they make a mistake or something?

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

And in Utah, at Storm Academy, Celeste Valentina Morau—born 2011, ancient wizard bloodline finally awakened in fire and storm—had already signed off on the boy who wrote he had nothing to lose. Because sometimes the ones who expected death were the only ones strong enough to carry new life. Or so the legends went. Nico didn’t know any of that. He just knew the bell would ring soon. And when it did, he’d walk back to the dorm with Kai still chattering, Jax smirking, Theo watching quietly. He’d lie on his bunk and stare at the ceiling. And wait for whatever came next. Because that was all he’d ever done. Wait.

Finally: Only like me? Corey smiled. His heart suddenly felt lighter. He typed:bI’ll tell you properly when I see you. He put the phone away and his mind wandered if he should truly forget about Kisha and alllow himself to love Brenda just like she loves him. Truly he cares for Brenda, but he doesn’t see himself building a lifetime with her. But before he could leave, his mother called from the hallway. “Corey.” He turned. She was holding an old wooden box, his smile disappeared. He knew that box, he had seen it once before in Morgan’s hands.nHis mother’s eyes met his, “Your father left this with me the night before he disappeared.”

"The academy gave me your student profile this morning. It would be pretty embarrassing if I couldn't recognize the student I'm supposed to look after." I managed a small smile, but my attention had already drifted beyond her. The academy stretched before me like something pulled from a fairy tale. Towering white buildings reached toward the sky, trimmed with silver that glistened beneath the morning sun, while crystal fountains sparkled in the center of the courtyard and perfectly manicured gardens burst with flowers in every imaginable color. Students crossed the stone walkways laughing together, their confidence so effortless it was almost intimidating.

Now I want to know how it will look in Slateville. " It's the number one best academy in Slateville and expensive too. It is owned by the Witch queen, victoria hale. It's a place for every species in a single academy. I thought of joining Vampire academies only for vampires but my mother wants me to go to Sapphire which as many qualities and advantages than others." he explained with full excitement. " It's amazing. seeing all species in a single academy. Will there be Werewolfs? fairies?" I questioned.

When we pulled into the Academy’s driveway, I had to admit, this place was no joke. The buildings stretched up like monuments. Glass. Steel. Brick. Money. Students stood in clusters, all in uniforms, pressed collars, boots, and embroidered crests. The air reeked of generational privilege. Three admin staff waited near the entrance. As usual, they bowed and smiled the moment my dad stepped out. In our world, the Lycan territories were split into North, South, East, and West, each ruled by a king. My dad owned the South. And the Academy was on Southern land. He didn’t run it, but he funded most of it.

Enjoy even more with Vuelonava. The trip went well for I arrived safely at Eireann. I examined the whole place, there were so many ships around and from a not-so-far place, I saw I mini-hotel, probably for those parents or guardians who accompanied Escuela De Mystica, and Academia de Magissa Magos' students. Escuela and Academia are sister schools located on one huge land. Academia de Magissa Magos is for those full and half-blooded witches and wizards. "It's getting dark," I whispered before following the other students. I just know it because like me they are wearing their uniforms.