M C S Noble Middle Novels & Stories

Claire chuckled, “Fine. I’ll let it go. Have you decided on a sport yet? The rugby tournament is coming up.” I considered it. There were eight Noble Academy campuses spread across the territories: one in the Full Moon Pack’s capital, one in the Red Moon Pack’s capital, one in the New Moon Pack’s capital, and the other five were spread out to be central to all the other territories. The Full Moon campus was considered the best of all eight in most things. The one thing the campus fell short in was the rugby tournament.

And Elara, unwitting and fragile, was at the center of it all. The candle guttered and went out, leaving only the faint silver pulse of the necklace to illuminate the office. I got up and gathered the scrolls, maps, and the painting. My long coat brushed the floor as he moved toward the door. Every step was deliberate, measured, silent. Outside the office, the Academy slumbered, ignorant of the storm gathering at its edges. And with that, I stepped into the corridors of Moonridge Academy, the weight of history, magic, and looming catastrophe pressing down on my body, every shadow a reminder that the past never truly dies—and that sometimes, it hunts.

What kind of school was this. I began making my way towards the front when another rough voice stopped me in my trucks. "She can cross the boundary. Choose a seat that you deem fit," a command tore across the class, making me turn around. At this point, it was clear I was trash, and there was a point that trash couldn't cross that I attempted to. "or what?" the boy who had tripped me down at first asked as he stood up. "There is only one king in Maslow High school, and everyone knows it's Charles the great," a proud voice made its stand as everyone turned around to look at me.