Higala Shifter Academy Novels & Stories

Zane kicked up his stand, his eyes locking onto the open stone archway that led out to the academy’s winding racetrack. The circuit was a treacherous stretch of sharp hairpin turns and steep drops, engineered specifically for high-ranking shifter bloodlines possessing the wolf reflexes required to survive high-speed spills. With a harsh twist of his throttle, Zane tore out of the garage bay first. Adrian engaged his clutch and launched right after him, the rest of the squad falling into a tight, synchronized formation behind them like a pack of hunting wolves. Out on the open track under the cold, grey Bournemouth sky, the coastal wind slammed against them.

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?"

“I’ve been teaching shifting and combat at the school for shifters. It’s mainly to get my stats as Alpha up but when Alpha Bastien asked me for this favor, I didn’t want to deny.” “I’ve heard of that school; it’s in Higala right?” Alpha Mike asked. “I’ve heard it’s a good school.” “Definitely not as good as the academy here, but it ranks highly in the world. I admittedly enjoy teaching there.” “Never thought someone like you would be a teacher,” Alpha Alex laughed. “I didn’t think you’d like students.” “I supposed I’m full of surprises,” I shrugged, and they laughed at my response. “In other news, Louis has been saying he spotted you with a pretty little dime recently. Do tell,” Alex said, l

he said, pointing at our teammates who usually had their own shifters’ class separate from ours. I nodded. If there was a compulsory shifters’ class, then he should be here too, right? I mean, Sky. He should be in this class too, right? Moments later, everyone was in. The head trainer for level four shifters came into the hall. “Settle down, everyone,” he commanded, and the students stayed still. “We all know that whenever we’re dressed in our Radar for this class, it’s for shifting, right?” “Yes, Sir!” we responded.

“You ask my permission before you step foot in here again, understood?” “Yes, Alpha. I apologize. If I had known this was your home, I would have asked first.” “Why are you in my region and not your Mica’s?” Gavin asked, narrowing his eyes. “I already told you, he goes to my school,” I said, exasperated and annoyed. “I want to hear it from him.” Lukas swallowed, clearly terrified of Gavin. “I attend the Shifter Academy. It’s rated the top school in the world. I just transferred a few days ago and Judy was assigned to be my tutor for the next few weeks,” Lukas explained.

"To that end, I have arranged for another institution to visit us. The Nordhavn Academy from Denmark will be arriving in three days." The auditorium explodes with noise. Everyone is talking at once, asking questions, expressing shock or excitement. "Nordhavn?" someone behind me says. "Aren't they supposed to be really good?" "I heard they won the Northern Championships last year," another voice adds. Principal Bergström holds up his hand again, waiting for silence. "Nordhavn Academy is one of the finest shifter schools in Northern Europe. They have agreed to spend two weeks here as part of an exchange program. During this time, we will host a series of competitions between our students and t

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.

“I…okay. I mean…I’m not going to bother you all the time. Just being able to meet with the witches would be awesome. According to Father, they can only be removed by a sitting Alpha. With how it reacted to you, he probably meant sitting Alpha of the Silver Mountain pack. Or maybe just the current Alpha with the same blood. Who really knows. Father would be stupid enough to not actually have a fix for it.” Leaning against the counter, I watched her from the side as she used a ricer to create mashed potatoes. Her face showed that none of this bothered her. I couldn’t understand it. Shifting was apart of who we were as wolves. Our identity. What made us stand out from just regular humans. “Sinc

“The more real it is, the more important this piece of information is for them.” A look of realization dawned upon him. Clicking his tongue, he stated in between chewing. “You plan to penetrate the Shifter Academy’s intelligence network, right? But are you sure about this? The Shifter Academy is a holy land for all the future leaders of all the shifter races.”

At the same time, the shifter parents have a place to send their children where they know they’ll get appropriate education and nutrition. After all, Jasper had been running a training center for shifters. In the afternoons, all the human children go home and Jasper leads classes for the shifter kids. They learn self defense, leadership, strategy, shifter magic, and the culture and history of the area shifters. Together, they sing the song and memorize the poem that brought us together. No one will ever again forget the terms of the magic spell that rests over Serpent’s Creek and accidentally bring a curse down onto its shifters.