Golden Light Academy Novels & Stories

Then Zitrey starts to pedal. "Wow! Lumiere Academy is really amazing. They contain thousands of hectares: with rivers, lakes, forests, and mountains. That's why they implemented an eco-friendly environment. Woah this school has three departments. First, the academe, in the black uniform with the owl logo. Then, the sports department in emerald uniform with the snake logo and the Art and Entertainment Department in the crimson uniform with the Phoenix logo. This school also contains dormitories and most of the students stay here that's explain why no students than us are in the entrance. Woah! So, a lot of famous people came from this school. And all departments, excel on their own. Prestigio

“Without the support of all the Packs, this academy would never have existed.” Alex, who was standing next to Callista, nodded. “The Greenfield Pack is very proud to be a part of this project. We sent our five best students.” “And they're all in different houses,” Callista added with a laugh. “They've already started competing over which house is the best.” I laughed. “Perfect. Healthy rivalry is what we want.” Luna Helena approached with a teenage girl beside her. "Seraphina, this is my daughter, Elara. She's very excited to start at the academy.“

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

The private express elevator ascended into the heavens of Manhattan with a breathless, silent velocity. When the polished obsidian doors finally glided back, they revealed a sprawling, multi-million-dollar sanctuary of high-fashion digital luxury. The penthouse sky-lounge was a masterpiece of metallic brocade fabrics, deep burgundy velvet textures, and towering glass panels that looked out over a sea of shimmering city lights. A soft, ambient golden luminescence cast long, sultry shadows across the room, catching the pristine crystal decanters and the sleek, dark marble surfaces. It was a space designed for absolute power and exquisite vice.

The text was formal, almost archaic: Silvermoon Academy Est. 1487 Dear Ela Demir, You have been selected for admission to Silvermoon Academy, effective immediately. Your unique heritage qualifies you for enrollment under the Sacred Blood Accord. Transportation has been arranged for Friday evening. A representative will meet you at the address below. Failure to appear will result in automatic forfeiture of your birthright. We await your arrival. —Headmaster Aldric Vane I read it three times. Then I laughed. It had to be a joke. Some elaborate prank cooked up by the kids at school who thought it was funny to leave notes in my locker about how much space I took up, how my thighs didn't fit in t

A thin gold necklace sits below his collarbone, glinting against his skin. “Principal Mitch isn't going to like that shirt,” Bethany whispers. I like that shirt. I haven't looked away from him since it came into view, watching his necklace twinkle as he swallows. “I've split you all into groups of two. This grouping will be used for all class projects and assignments, to make it easy on both you and myself.” He leans down, into his drawer to get a marker. The way the silk shifts, gaping and revealing more of the pale skin of his chest, makes me close my eyes and remind myself that he's a teacher. It's just. . . blue is really his colour.

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.” I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have. But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed. It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He was sure that April was pretending not to hear him. “Why did you come here?” “To study at Sun Academy,” She said. Silver arched an eyebrow. It didn’t answer his question. “It’s the second largest Academy for mages, especially war mages,” April said as if she was explaining things to a child. “How will you pay for it?” Silver asked with apprehensive tone. Oh! He would let her stay here—he owed her that much. But he did not have money to pay for her studies. He hadn't even paid the first instalment for the house. He would do that after exchanging the money for the blood sacks.