Jayme Umbrella Academy Novels & Stories

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

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”

“I’m from the Moonshadow Pack.” “Moonshadow Pack? I’d heard of them. Why are you here?” “I ran away,” Anne explained. “I’m working as a servant at Umbra Academy now. It’s… complicated.” My suspicion lingered, but I was too weak to resist. “Umbra Academy?” Anne nodded. “It’s a place for the elite. Killers and witches, shifters. They teach you how to survive, how to lead. It’s not a kind place, but it’s powerful.”

I said In the distance, I saw an umbrella so I immediately took it even though I didn't know who it was I went where they were Cass, I saw them in waiting shed "Hey? Let's go home!" I easily say because the rain is getting heavier and heavier "Okay let's go," Cassidy said and took refuge in my umbrella Bree waved at me to signal that we were ahead. "Whose umbrella is that?" she asked in surprise if we could get in the jeep "Ah, this? I don't know, I just saw it earlier on a bench in the garden."

Cole with two umbrellas offering her one. Camille stared at both of them lost......

Then tenta‌tively approaches‌ Kiy⁠a. “Hi,” she says s‌hyly. “I’‍m Amara. I’m‍ going to teach yo‍u lo‍t​s o‍f stuff.​ Like how to rea​d and​ how to do cartwhe‍els and how t⁠o remember Ayana.” My heart swe⁠ll⁠s. This is my family. T⁠hes⁠e beautiful, broken, heali‌ng peo‌ple.

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I need to make a run for it. Then I saw it from the corner of my eye. An umbrella? Leaning against one of the pillars was a black umbrella. There really are small miracles in this world after all. It’s ok if I take it right? I promise that I will return it tomorrow. Phew! I didn’t know the school had umbrellas we could borrow. … “Master Zak! Why are you all drenched? I put an umbrella inside your bag…” an old maid complained in shock when she saw me.

Jaime frowned at his friend. "It's Vivian." Clinton's face was calm. “Why do you have her umbrella?” "She was here yesterday," Jaime said. "She waited for you in the rain, so I took her home and she lent me her umbrella because I didn't have one either." Jaime stopped in surprise as Clinton quickly shot up from his side to be in front of him. “Wait, you took her home?” Jaime nodded. "Is it an apartment complex near the school?"

"Jason," Mr. Miller greets smoothly, patting him on the shoulder with practiced charm. "I see you’ve already been acquainted with Danika. She’s one of the most desired girls this year." Jason nods, his grin stretching wider as his eyes flicker to me. "I can see why. You've curated a good list this year—it's definitely improving. How’s Henry?" Mr. Miller laughs, the sound hollow and clipped. "My boy’s doing well. Top of his class again this year. He’s heading off to Velmorian Dominion University next year."