Novel & Cerita Fantasy World Academy

“Try not to stare. They already think you’re feral.” “Hard not to when it looks like someone melted all kingdoms into one hallway,” I shot back, still turning my head at every passing figure. “This is Bloodwright Academy,” he said simply. I still didn’t get it. “That doesn’t explain why I see faeries, goblins, humans — and a werecat — all in one place.” I pointed at a lanky figure with sharp teeth and a twitching tail. It was like I was in another world.

Even Ethan sat up straighter. The academy was... impossible. That was the only word for it. It rose from the earth like it had been grown rather than built, all spiraling towers and organic curves. The main structure seemed to be carved from a single massive piece of black stone that gleamed red in the setting sun. Hence the name, I supposed. Windows glowed with warm light, and I could see figures moving within—students, maybe, or faculty. The grounds stretched for what seemed like miles, encompassing forests, lakes, and what appeared to be several smaller buildings connected by covered walkways.

[Shahira's Pov – Three Months After the Hearing] The magical academy opened on a crisp autumn morning, with twelve students gathered in what had once been a storage building. Celeste stood at the front of the converted classroom, radiating enthusiasm despite her nerves. Behind her, diagrams of magical theory covered the walls—symbols, patterns, flow charts showing how different types of magic interacted. "Welcome," she said to the assembled wolves, "to the first day of what we're calling the Freedomborn Academy of Integrated Magic. Or FAIM for short, though I admit the acronym needs work."

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

It was built as a place where supernatural bloodlines could train, develop their abilities, and exist without the complications of hiding from the human world. Students come from all over, some enrolled young, some brought in later when their abilities manifest in ways. They live here, train here, eat here, and for the duration of their enrollment this is their entire world. There is no going home for the weekend. There are no visits unless the academy approves them. The students are the part that really gets me. We pass a group of them in a wide courtyard. I slow down without meaning to because they are moving together in a coordinated way. Miss Odera tells me they are wolf students and kee

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.

“Alright. First thing, you’re not crazy. This world? It’s real. Hidden, but very real. Humans don’t know about it, not fully. We, the supernatural, keep to ourselves. We blend in, hide in plain sight, but there are entire realms, kingdoms, and systems in place that they’ll never know about.” “Of course,” I muttered. “Because life wasn’t complicated enough.” “Exactly,” she grinned, then continued. “So Avenmoor? It’s not just an academy. It’s the academy, the top-tier supernatural school. People get handpicked to come here. From all over the world. Shifters, witches, demons, fae, vampires, you name it.” “Wait...demons?” I blinked.

They have already gotten accustomed to this new world and couldn’t think of leaving this place yet. “ One more thing. You cannot say to another soul about the things that I told you. As peaceful as this school may look like there are actually dark forces lurking inside this academy. What you have done is actually a glitch in this academy's system. There are many ways to receive blessings. But with this piece of information, the enemies of this academy will find you and would do everything to extract the ways to trigger the system without getting through the trials. You can’t fight them yet, what you need is time, learn as fast as you can, grow stronger but lay low.” Lark said then he made a

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

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."