Romans & histoires How To Survive At The Academy

Nervous laughter rippled through our section, quickly dying when we realized she wasn't joking. "Tomorrow, your real education begins. Tonight, you will rest, acclimate, and prepare yourselves for what's to come. A word of warning: Crimson Moon Academy rewards strength, cunning, and adaptability. It has no patience for weakness, stupidity, or defiance. Choose your path wisely." She sat back down, apparently done with her welcome speech. Conversation slowly resumed, though more subdued than before. "Not survive?" Sophie squeaked. "What does she mean, not survive?" "It's just intimidation tactics," Jenny said from further down the table, though she looked pale. "They're trying to scare us into

We were only told the academy was designed to give us four years to grow and learn our place within the family. Our eyes were opened the first day. We were in a practice session of life where viciousness was considered a virtue. The only thing off the table was death and taking the virginity of a princess. Students were okay with abiding by fifty percent of the rules. No one died was held dear because no one wanted to suffer the consequences of breaking that rule or standing in front of the man who decided your fate if you did kill or harm a student permanently. There had been a few close calls. Or so says Maria, my personal rumor mill. I kept my head low and tried to stay off everyone’s rad

We had all gone back to our seats in no time, and the class went on. “Students this is Sheffield Academy, only the best of the best can be here. What makes us different from Gomorrah or Brenton Academy? Did you expect it would be easy for you? No, of course not. If it were, then all others would have been welcomed to study here. You must always be ready for whatever is thrown at you here, and mind you… it is survival of the fittest. You might watch your friends die in the long run, do you think they would stop if they were in your shoes? No, of course not. They would carry on. Always have this at the back of your mind. The system will test you in every way possible. You’ll meet circumstances

"There's no way the Grunger monster and his pack came into the academy to stalk me, right? They are too reckless to do that. Besides, they are not suitable to disguise themselves as high school students." I wiped the sweat from my body with the towel draped around my neck. I am very tired. I just finished taking combat arts lessons. I didn't expect that at Terrasen Academy, we would learn how to survive as a werewolf. There are many lessons given specifically and tailored to our needs as werewolves. I only learned about academics in previous schools, like humans in general. But here, his survival lessons are specific. Starting from hunting, martial arts, and even the ability to train and con

Collecting herself, she nodded and concluded that they would help him train for the event tomorrow. Happy that they were on the same train of thought, Zen grinned. From the first death game, he learned that avoiding conflict was his only chance for survival in this academy. He couldn’t afford to run in with any of the other assassins during events. Unlike the dungeon, people died for real in events. Some people were out for blood like Carnage, and Zen wasn’t someone like his sworn brother who could crush them with pure force.

“That is normal. Only let the fear sharpen you don't let it break you. If you falter, remember why you left. Remember the stakes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Malrick.” Her lips curved into something like a grim smile. “Good. Now go.” I remained standing, staring at her. Trying to resist the urge to throw myself into her arms and beg her to let me stay. “Thank you.” I whispered. When I got to the academy, wolves were scattered across the courtyard. Tall, broad-shouldered young men radiating with power and arrogance. I adjusted the strap of my bag. “Keep your head low and your movements stiff” I muttered to myself, but my heart beat faster as i crossed the threshold.

"Don't make jokes, Daniella, we don't have time." "Look, my name is Brene, got it?" My body feels like I dunked myself in ice. I blink several times as my vision goes blurry for a few seconds before resetting itself. "And as for the academy and knowing how to replenish blood after a vampire, I've not gotten that far in the curriculum yet." "How did they not teach you the basics to survive in the paranormal world?" He huffs. "That should be one of the first things they teach you. It is because you are taking most of your classes outside of France."

Resistance wasn't an option. Respect was demanded, a laughable concept considering my stinging welcome. This mutual respect, supposedly, was built on a foundation of 'trust' ... what she really should have said was 'of fear and control.' Education at the academy wasn't just about serving our sentence. It was about being indoctrinated into their world and learning our "place" in vampire society. And finally, No escape. The most bone-chilling rule of all. Any escape attempt meant severe repercussions, not just for the escapee but for all humans at the academy... A collective punishment that ensured compliance through fear.

“Do you even know what this place is about? The academy isn’t some playground, Maddy. They train warriors—Alphas, Betas. You think they’re going to be lenient with us or give us preferential treatment?” My jaw tightened. “I didn’t say they would. I just said that when I get in there, I’ll figure it out.” “I just don’t know yet. My end goal is surviving and coming out as one of the top three students at the end of it.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “You need to plan and be ready. This is no joke; people die in there. The one who fails to plan…..plan to fail…” I pressed the pen harder against the paper until the ink bled through. “Can we just fill this out, Vanny?”

There's no way I can survive on that amount," I said through clenched teeth. Mom looked at me coldly. "That's your problem. Maximizing income and minimizing expenses are fundamental job requirements. You can get a part-time job or scholarships, but on the condition that—" She pointed to the contract terms. "It doesn't affect your academic KPIs. If your semester GPA falls below 4.5 or you fail any course, your base salary will be cut in half. "Additionally, to help you acclimate in advance to a high-pressure work environment, I will conduct spot checks.