Kleks Academy Novels & Stories

The pleated royal blue and gold skirts, black tall socks, black loafers, button up white shirts with royal blue blazers and gold ties have me feeling like I'm staring in some kind of porno. I mean the academy itself is amazing, and probably a good idea with how often we exposed ourselves to humans in the past at normal schools. It's just these uniforms that drive me insane. I don't particularly like being away from home for so long either, but the classes here are amazing. I can learn everything I need to know about being a siren and a dragon all at once. We have all kinds of kids here, shadow hunters, fairies, werewolves, vampires, elves, you name it, and they attend this academy. Of course

The only Omega I knew was Edward Adler's daughter, but I never met her in person. "No" he replied quietly. "Omegaes being weakcreatures is a very wrong notion, I've already told you. Omegas have hidden talents of their own-" He paused then looked up at the bright blue sky in annoyance. "What is clear, as Leykan you can put yourself in two positions, as Alpha or Omega. Or even in between both at the same time." "I ... don't understand," I replied, confused. We will start intense training to hide my Leykan scent today, so no more oranges or peaches are abused in my practice.

She left for the kitchen. In the brief moment of stillness, James could hear the sounds of Karen grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and pouring coffee. Blakeney cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here.” “Yes, sir, I am.” “Thank you,” Blakeney said to Karen, taking the offered cup of coffee. “I’m the director for a preparatory academy called Mount Olympus. It’s located just outside of Washington D.C. in Alexandria, Virginia. The academy has been around for a long time and is steeped in tradition and academic excellence. One of the benefits of my job is being able to talk to prospective students. Now, normally this would take place in my office, as most students are ap

“We’re here to enroll in the Leicom Academy to train and become stronger cultivators!” replied Nori. “The Leicom Academy…?” asked Gerald, feeling confused. Following that, Nori and Zelig then began detailing the academy to Gerald. Essentially, the Leicom Academy was the largest academy for cultivators in the Leicom Continent. Once every decade, the academy would select talents from different continents to enroll there, and those who were chosen usually ended up becoming the most powerful of cultivators. The academy also had a system where the student with the most outstanding performance would be appointed as chief scholar. Needless to say, obtaining that title was a great honor within that

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

The sconces on the walls were lit, but the flames burned blue, casting everything in a funeral glow. “You’re aware of the academy’s purpose, I presume?” “To educate and domesticate society’s charming little nightmares?” Another almost-smile. “We refine the raw potential of the gifted. Train those with bloodlines steeped in magic, curse, or darkness to control their natures.” “So I’m a tourist.” “No,” she said, glancing at me sidelong. “You’re an anomaly. And I do not abide mysteries without answers.” We passed beneath a vaulted archway, and I realized the walls were whispering. Not in a metaphorical way. Actual whispering. In a language I didn’t know but instinctively distrusted.

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

Listening to them somehow made the Academy feel a little less frightening. After breakfast, Karl stood. "I'll show you around before classes begin." "You don't have to," I said quickly. "I know. But I want to." The morning air was crisp as we stepped outside. Nightshade Academy looked even larger in daylight. Students crossed the courtyards in neat uniforms, while instructors supervised training sessions across enormous practice fields. Karl walked beside me at an unhurried pace. "That building is the Moon Library," he explained, pointing toward a tower wrapped in silver vines. "Every supernatural law and historical record is kept there."