Kleks Academy Novels & Stories

Celeste: “Good. Let them see what happens when you try to drag kids out of a school that was built for war.” Remy slings an arm around my shoulders, braids brushing my cheek. Remy: “Tell them to bring better toys.” Kael laughs again, sits up, and offers his fist. We bump it (six fists on one). Kael: “Class dismissed. Go eat. You’ve got four days until the Sky Court knocks. Try not to burn the campus down before then.” We walk away together. Boards under arms. Oath marks blazing. The dawn sky above Aerie Academy cracks once (just once) in what might be fear.

“Welcome my fellow Bampires. Let me introduce you to the Academy.” “It is so big and incredible. Is this a Crite LB?” “No Jessblue. It is a place of study. Where humans come to learn so they can prepare for the future of their paths in life. It's different from what is normal to us on our planet. We learn from our Lords and parents while here on earth humans learn from teachers.” I look at him puzzled because I have no idea what a teacher is. “What is a teacher LB?”

SAINT CLAIR ACADEMY STUDENT REPORTED MISSING: Saint Clair Academy was one of the prestigious schools in the country. Every year, the academy accepts fifty brilliant scholars. Aside from the tuition-less enrollment and quality education, the scholars would receive monthly allowances and free lunch meals. One of these scholars was Helena Woodrow.

Suddenly, the lights around us went out, leaving only the stage illuminated. An elderly man stood there, his features sharp, and his eyes a steady red. His voice was deep as he said: “I am Principal James Cashmable. Welcome, new students, to Warster Kailey Academy, the grand academy that unites the three kinds: vampires, demons, and ghouls. Here, you are all equal. No one is above another.” He paused for a moment, then continued: “I wish you the best experiences and happiness here at the Academy of the Nation.”

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

Lucian and Chloe Liu, residents of the west end of Deirdre, the town of Helengrein. Every year, the Krystalline Academy of Vestia - the mainland of Demetrius Kingdom - opens to all Demetri who wanted to become Krysts. The slots were limited for first-year scholars and luckily, Chloe was able to join because her brother was already a student of the academy for 3 years. He is graduating this year.

, he muttered weakly. "So men tend to drop towels around you a lot", Rinzen asked amused. The man laughed, a startled bark of laughter, "More times than you would think", he teased amused. A throat clearing, had him biting his lower lip and wincing turning he smiled, "Ms. Harris", he greeted, someone and then continued after a beat, "Right", he swallowed and turned back to the students, "To talk about the main thing, as your leader pointed out, names have power, so for the next three years at Hale Academy, you will be addressed by names of your choice, nicknames", he clarified, "These will be the only way you will be identified. Now, this School, is sitting on a nexus of ley lines", he expla

After finishing her meal, Leanor dismissed Alice and Raina, and walked out of the hall. She stopped at the Academy back gate, enveloped by towering trees and vibrant shrubs. Sighing, she settled on the grass, absentmindedly picking up stones and hurling them into the bush. Her mind wandered back to her days in middle school and then back at Gifted Academy. Gifted Academy, a world- famed institution for werewolves. The hostel is a sturdy, stone building located within the school grounds, surrounded by dense forests. The entrance features a large, iron gate with moon-shaped engravings.

Several buildings that needed repair but had good bones. "This is perfect," I said. "What will you call it?" Keith asked. "The Ayda Memorial Academy," I said. "In honour of our mother." Keith's expression shifted. Something painful crossed his face. "She would have liked that." We walked through the buildings. I made notes. "This will be a place where any wolf can learn," I said. "Regardless of rank. We'll teach combat, magic, leadership, and healing." "And who will teach them?" Keith asked.

“Aqua he main thing you’ll have to do is follow his orders. If you think you can help him with something, then advise.” It wasn’t much but it felt like a lot. “Okay.” I’ve never been given responsibility like this before. We walked into a small room with rows of seats then Lexus sat down and gestured for us to sit beside him. There was a man in the room. I’m guessing he was his professor. The class lasted four hours, Cade walked out after the first. The professor taught about the kingdom and the different rulers they had. I guess this was a good time for me to learn too. Lexus kept scooting closer to me when Cade was gone so he was making it hard for me to pay attention even on my meds. I to