Kamen Academy Novels & Stories

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

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Samael abruptly stands up, his blue fire swirling around him, scaring the others into silence. “If anyone dares speak illy of my mate, I will personally see to your banishment. Katrina is my fated mate. Destined to be mine by the stars themselves. She will be your future Queen.” He states, his voice surprisingly calm, before he turns his attention back to our professor, “And I’ll have you sacked if you ever insinuate that a student who attends this academy is anything but someone who shares blood with the Gods.” “I n…Nah…never meant for your….”

“Are you okay kid? You seem out of sorts.”1st asked Mane who was lying in a small bed. The young Supreme was in a room that was too small to contain anything else but his bed and a study table. It had no fancy decorations, and its greatest piece of art was the lamp fixed to the wall right above his bed. Mane was currently in a battleship headed to Godking Academy. While the Academy had a direct connection to Planet Celestial and could arrive in Godking immediately, they first had to retrieve a few things from a planet close by and then return to Planet Celestial. It was a mission they had to accomplish before they return for the students. Since Mane was going to be a professor, he was qualif

For now, all she could do was nod, her eyes betraying her wild uncertainty as they darted back and forth between the two men. "You're scaring her, Jake!" the smaller man exclaimed. "I'm not even doing anything, I'm just standing here!" the big one, Jake, retorted. "But you look scary. Let me talk to her," the smaller man insisted, taking a step forward. Camden instinctively withdrew, her trust shaken. "Looks like she's scared of you too, idiot," Jake chuckled to himself. The smaller man shot him a stern glance and attempted a different approach. He bent down slightly, adopting a gentler tone as he addressed her. "I'm Kai. What's your name?" he asked, his tone more gentle than Camden had anti

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

She waltzed past me and stood at the door. "Who knows he might show today—." "I said drop it!" ____________________________ Neither Mera nor I had a car, so we either walked or took a bus. I kept my fingers crossed on my eighteenth birthday but it came and went without a car and here we are today. By the time we got to the campus grounds, we had only five minutes left for classes to begin. We walked quickly along with other students who were racing for their classes and I spotted Kace walking casually nearby.

The next morning, Theodore and Gad took their breakfast and set out for the academy. The academy was a five minutes walk from the palace. They could have simply teleported there but Theodore didn't know how to teleport yet so they had to walk. "What class do we have first?" Theodore asked Gad. "History of demons." Gad said wearily, he hated this class because it was boring. "Really? I can't wait" Theodore said excitedly. "You are the only demon I have met who is excited about this class. It's just a repetition of things we all know."

The wind pushed through the shattered wood, cold and sharp, carrying the scent of wolves. Not one. Not three. Many. My stomach twisted. “You said this was a message,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. “What kind of message sends three bodies ahead of the army?” Kael didn’t look at me. “The kind that wants to see how hard you bite before it commits.” I crossed my arms, more to stop my hands from shaking than anything else. “So we passed the test?” A beat. Then— “No,” he said quietly. “We survived it.”

But she had a mission. Find Kade. Learn the truth. And survive long enough to do both. Maren sat on the cold bench in the back of the courtyard, arms crossed, half-wrapped in the academy-issued coat. The fabric itched. The world around her itched. She hadn’t asked for any of this. The orientation droned on — some speech about realms, rules, ranks, and blood oaths. Something about magical hierarchies and elemental pairings, something else about mandatory combat trials and alliance-building. None of it stuck.