How To Survive At The Academy Novels & Stories

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.

" At around 23:45 you'd begin to feel changes, slight pain a bit of fever, discomfort, it will get worse, the closer it gets to midnight and just after midnight you will feel your bones break one by one, the pain will be the worst you've experienced in life but it's only that way for the first few shifts, the more you shift, the easier it becomes, the quicker you shift and the less pain you'd feel, I'd also advise you to get familiar with the territory and find hiding spots to put your clothes because when you shift you rip your clothes and when you shift back you're naked, so we normally strip first hide our clothes then shift and go back to that spot to shift back and retrieve our clothes

he paused, his piercing gaze locking onto mine, “will not be responsible for what happens to you.” My heart skipped a beat. “And I’m sure your parents wouldn’t care enough to complain,” he added, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Would they?” My breath hitched in my throat. How did he... know? A sudden realization chilled me to the core. Kieran. Mr. Winters leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk. “This academy isn’t built for martyrs, Miss Stone. It’s constructed for survivors. Those who know when to stand firm and when to yield. I suggest you make a choice—”

Mist clung to the broad woodland surrounding it, thick enough to cover anythingwolves, shadows, maybe even bodies. My pulse was hammered. “This looks like a haunted castle, not a school.” The tall man’s mouth twisted in a humorless smile. “That’s because this place doesn’t teach the living. It trains survivors.” My throat is dry. I murmured, “And if I don’t survive?” The younger agent with the disconcerting blue eyes leaned closer, too close. His breath ghosted over my ear. “Then you’ll be food.” I flinched, but the woman silenced him with a harsh glare before opening the car door. “Rory Hale. Welcome to Obsidian Academy.”

He said boldly, adjusting his collars. “Each of them would require a final test and after the training the best student would perform across continents.” He said, while holding a note. “With that I would be starting the class now. Ensure to jot down everything I said because by the end of this month an exam will be conducted.” “Anyone that fails would repeat. Our academy does not condone failure, especially after a series of lessons.” He said, snatching his teeth together. A sudden fear crept through my thighs. I thought the first series of tests meant no students could fail. But now entering this academy is easier than staying. I vowed to try my best, because I would definitely be the best

So she stopped thinking about her family right now. She began to unpack her things. She only brought one backpack. She was glad that she got accepted into the academy right away. Because she did not know how long she could sustain her allowance. She only brought a few amounts of money with her. Jeston also gave her some orientation about the academy rules. There were 10 important rules that she should always remember. 1. Follow Dormitory Rules 2. No violence is allowed in the academy premises 3. Drugs and Alcoholic drinks are prohibited

"Use what we've taught you. But adapt it to your circumstances. Some of you will change your packs openly. Others will work invisibly. Some will leave hostile environments. Others will infiltrate them. All approaches are valid if they keep you alive and moving forward." My voice was fading. Kaden squeezed my hand supportively. "Most importantly, remember that you're not alone. You have network of three thousand alumni. Twenty three academies. Established support systems. When you struggle, ask for help. When you succeed, share your methods. When you fail, learn and try differently. Stay connected. Stay strategic. Stay alive." I had to sit down. Couldn't stand any longer. "The academy will co

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?"

She would endure, she would adapt, and she would survive. The lights dimmed, and the room settled into a hushed quiet. The echoes of the day lingered, the pressure of the Selection hanging heavy in the air. Everleigh closed her eyes, her resolve firm. Tomorrow would bring new lessons, new tests, and new rivalries. But she was ready. She had survived the palace and the first cuts. She would survive the academy. And somewhere deep within her, a spark of determination burned brighter than fear.

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.