Novel & Cerita I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy Novel

Kaela Our charade, as I like to call it, continued for two weeks, and nobody suspected a thing. Every day after school was the same routine. Flynn and I would pretend to be hanging out, and Clara would pick us up, take us to the training spot, and back home when we were finished. I was starting to think I was such a genius. A dangerous one. I mean, I always was. Somehow, Magic had become normal. “Focus,” Hera barked at me.

She stepped through. That was the first red flag. The kind that should’ve made her turn around. Instead, she smiled. Because someone had removed the ward. “Cute,” she whispered. Inside wasn’t a room. It was a junction. Four corridors branching out, each humming with a different kind of magic. Old magic. Controlled magic. The kind the Academy pretended didn’t exist anymore because it didn’t answer to them. Bella stepped forward and froze. Footsteps, She pressed back into the shadow just as someone rounded the corner.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

Chapter 23 The grandfather clock in the central corridor chimed midnight, its heavy brass echoes vibrating through the cold stone floors of the administrative wing. The rest of the academy was wrapped in absolute darkness, but the third-floor financial archives remained cast in a dim, eerie glow. I stood in the shadow of the tall mahogany filing cabinets, my breath coming in slow, shallow counts. My body was still recovering from the intense magic flare inside the Principal’s private room. Every breath felt like drawing air through cracked glass, but the cold weight of the digital flash drive inside my pocket kept me grounded.

{MIA} As I leisurely ambled down the corridor toward the call room, my hand instinctively lifted in a friendly wave to those I crossed paths with. Among the usual flow of students, a peculiar sight caught my eye—a young man suspended mid-air, an impromptu display of levitation that seemed almost routine in this extraordinary academy. It was all part and parcel of life at this institution, a place where the supernatural and the magical intertwined seamlessly.

"We discussed the rules. I still haven't reddened that sexy ass. For the record, going in what is still his house without me is the same as one of his cars." My behind tingled and grin returned at his threat. It wasn't just the warning but the way the talk of his spanking my ass made his blue eyes shimmer. "Yes, Mr. Demetri." Nox's lips quirked upward as he reached for my hand. Together we ascended the steps to an opening door. "Magic?" he asked in a whisper. "It's like Hogwarts," I said. "No, seriously, the Montague staff is magic. They can appear and disappear. I'm not sure how they do it."

I want to find out who she is, but something in me was also saying to stay away. Just when I finished fiddling with my outfit, I heard crashing down stairs. I jumped and my instincts took over. I rush down the stairs, my mom was on the ground, a broken vase was on the floor next to her. A blue fire ball was floating in front of Mr. Frank. The guy looked shocked. His eyes where white and his mouth was open. Sil was knocked out cold next to my dad. Mrs. Frank and Tracy were side by side passed out on the couch. I was paralyzed. I felt my hesitation. I didn’t know what to do.

Caelum stood at the edge of the field, watching everything like it was a chessboard, his golden eyes a constant, quiet burn on the back of my neck. The Academy had given him instructor privileges. Of course they had. He didn’t move like a visitor. He moved like someone who had already claimed the space he wanted. “Today,” his voice rang out, low but commanding, “we’re working on magic containment—those of you with magical blood, step forward.” I froze. He didn’t look at me. But he didn’t have to. The silence that followed was because of me. The only other student to step forward was a girl from the Eastern border with minor druid lineage.

I mumbled, sliding into my seat. Kieran took the desk next to mine. "You'll be fine," he whispered. Professor Leda Morrigan stood and walked over to me, carrying a leather-bound spellbook. "I had no idea you had an affinity for magic. But since you're new to the class, we'll start with something simple. A basic flame conjuration." She set the book down in front of me and flipped to a page near the beginning. The spell was written in elegant script, with detailed instructions about hand movements and the proper pronunciation of each word.

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!