Katmere Academy Novels & Stories

Pella was watching me with the expression of someone who had known about this for at least a day and had been waiting for this specific moment. "After me," I said. "The Kaia Matriarch School," Asha said. "That's what Lyra proposed." She said it matter-of-factly, the way she said everything that was simply true. "I think you should say yes." I looked at the school around me. The original ground and the second and third grounds beside it, the equipment and the fencing and the packed earth carrying the marks of ten years of students doing the work. The fourth cohort currently in session. Forty-three students who had come through the gate because someone before them had made coming through the g

|Chapter 04| Zaitelle Axis A day before Kester's 20th birthday, his mom, Mrs. Aqua Quiner called me for a talk. I'm quite perplexed and a little bit nervous because of her sudden invitation even though we were doing it since my childhood days. I don't know why there are too many changes in terms of interacting with them when in fact, I shouldn't act like this. "Nana, is this okay?" I ask her while putting a dress in front of my body and watch how it looks in me.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as we shared stories and anecdotes, exchanging insights. Serafina asked about many things. She was curious about the Pack settlements. about how weird it was that unlike all the other packs our Pack had schools and hospitals. all the other possible ways being forced to attend human hospitals and schools. but here alpha Mark had been the first to start the initiative and educate our own people instead of subjecting us to being in secrecy among humans. We discussed the pack's traditions, favorite running spots, and the festivals that brought everyone together, and even the ceremony to come. Even though everyone spoke, no one really discussed what the ceremo

as he did for Mark and me. So many lateral entries in the campus...what's going on? "Class, this is Miss Katrina Rues from Arizona. She's been at the top of her class consistently before joining us at St. Xebec's academy." Zayn introduced the girl. My eyes turned to Katrina. She looks like the ideal student the school favours. Athletic build, strong features, great academics. Looks like I've finally found a reference point. Or to say in simple terms, a rival.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”

He tugged at Marcus's ceremonial robes with the entitlement of a child who'd never known rejection, his small face bright with innocence. "Daddy, Daddy!" he chirped. "Grandparents are calling for you! They want to finish the ceremony!" Then, fatally, he added: "We don't need that bad Omega anymore, right? I want you and Mommy together forever!" At the words "bad Omega," Marcus's cold expression turned dangerous, his Alpha power flaring visibly. He turned sharply to Rachel, who took an instinctive step back. "Did you teach him to say that?" his voice was deadly quiet. "Rachel, he's just a pup. What poison are you teaching our son?"

I had a feeling my new roommate was going to make my life hell. The dorms were nothing like I expected. Spacious, luxurious, more like suites than student rooms. Dominion Academy clearly didn’t just train warriors—it crafted alphas fit to rule. I stepped inside cautiously, taking in the dark furnishings, the massive window overlooking the training fields, the single sleek desk against the wall and the chair pressed against it. Cassian was already there. He leaned against the table, arms still crossed like he had been in the great hall. He didn’t speak at first, just watched me.

She looked at me in a confused manner. Terrence smiled and proudly introduced who I really was. “She’s my mate, Mom.” “Mate?” The woman asked if he really found his mate. “Yes, of course, mom. She is Katherina Rosemary, she is a student of Miracle Academy, and she is my mate, mom.” The woman smiled broadly, looking satisfied when she found out that Terrence had brought a Mate. She came over to me and stroked my hair. “How beautiful.” I smiled awkwardly. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And what about sports or extracurri