How To Survive At The Academy Novels & Stories

“Not in the way they fear - but it’ll feel like it.” I pressed my palms flat against the map, willing my voice to steady. “Then we’ll make it clear. This isn’t about stripping power. It’s about survival. The Goddess herself warned me - we will be tested. Divided packs won’t survive what’s coming.” Silence stretched for a moment, heavy with the weight of truth none of us wanted to say out loud. Finally, Damon straightened, his wolf brushing against mine, steady and strong. “Then the Academy becomes our last stone. The spine of our army. The question is where to place it.”

I walk into my first class of the day and immediately sit at the back. I fiddle with the buttons on my sweater as I wait for other students to make their way in. My schedule is almost the same to what I was enrolled in at Waindale High School, except for two electives. They've been replaced with nutrition and wellness and the very mysterious lycanthropy. Vivianne explained before class that it's something the humans at the Academy can take. It teaches them about their fellow students, how to cope with the idea, and how to view the world from this new perspective without becoming overwhelmed.

Is this the karma for using someone’s feelings? [Why do all the couples I ship end in a bad ending?] I stared at the figure on the screen, teetering on the brink of collapse. All my life, I had been scheming and pragmatic, to put my own interests first. After my parents died, the first lesson I learned was that if I didn’t look out for myself, the world would destroy me.

"This was not--" Headmaster Noah puts his hand off, telling me to be quiet. I immediately stop talking. "This is Yellow Sun Academy," Headmaster Noah starts, "Here. We teach you, the students, the skills you will need to survive in the Wild. We teach you about the animals you will encounter. We teach you about which plants can save your life. We do not teach you how to respect each other. We do not teach you to draw your weapons against another student. We do not teach manners nor common sense because I feel, those are things most of you should already know."

Packs forming out of necessity, old grudges forgotten in the face of survival. It wasn’t strength alone anymore. It was strategy, plan and simple. “They are going against the rules. Are they not afraid of being kicked out of the academy?” After seeing what happened to Jordan, how could they dare to do something like this?. “Rules?” Ronan chuckled, “There are no such things as rules in this Academy. Rules are something that are only used when Alpha instructors are watching. Here in this cursed forest where not everyone will get out alive, no one is watching. No one cares. Everyone is just…” he paused and looked at me up and down, “...hunting,”

"All I would ask in return is loyalty. When it matters. And it will matter, Sera, sooner than you think." "Loyalty to what, exactly." "To the house that decided to protect you, instead of merely study you." Cassia leaned in slightly, and her voice dropped, gentler now, almost kind, and that was somehow the worst part of all of it, how easy the kindness sounded, how practiced. "You're new here. You don't yet understand how this academy actually works. The masters teach the lessons. But the noble houses decide who survives them." Her eyes held Sera's, steady, patient. "I would very much like you to survive, Sera. I'd like that a great deal."

Veronica hissed loudly before forcefully twisting her waist out of the room. I stared at the damaged drugs, hoping there were some of them that I could still manage. My body aches badly, but I have no other choice than to keep striving and enduring so that I will be able to survive. Graduating from this academy is my only and last hope which is why I am stubborn on the thought of dropping out, but deep down, I know that my body will not be able to take the mistreatment for long. I might end up dying and it's not even a joke.

When I first got the scholarship, we had to pass tests to stay, The school heads had locked us outside the academy forest then released wolves to hunt us. We had no weapons, no way to defend ourselves. The rules were simple. Just survive till morning. By the time the gates opened at dawn, we were all scarred forever. "If you say 'bad back' one more time, I’ll completely break it." he threatened, though his tone had lost its edge. He reached out, his thumb brushing the heated skin of my cheek where I’d turned red earlier. “Go shower. Your things are in my room. Don't be late for dinner."

I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. Get UP. If I give up now and remain on the ground, I will be tortured and killed. I drag my weak, shaky frame up. At the entrance to a long, tree-lined driveway, gold lettering shines in the moonlight. Shadowmire Academy Excellence in Leadership Since 1874 Welcoming the Next Generation of Pack Leaders My heart stutters. An academy?

The rest of the group agreed, promising to hand over the cash as they finally left the restroom, laughing loudly. Sometimes in life, you just have to let certain things slide so you can reach your destination smoothly. This was exactly one of those times. I wouldn’t allow a single thing to ruin my plans, even if it meant avoiding every single soul at Briarwood Academy. Even though I knew I wasn’t a weakling, I understood that if I wanted to survive long enough to graduate, I had to keep those three rules memorized. Quickly, I stepped out of the restroom and made my way down the hall. Just as I reached the door to my classroom, my heart skipped a beat at the sound of Professor Lucian’s voice