Novel & Cerita Merlin Academy

"Which is what will happen if you leave a fire mage untaught out of fear." Sera had been marched straight from the Great Hall to a small stone antechamber and told to wait, and waiting had turned out to mean standing outside a heavy door listening to five raised voices argue about her future like she wasn't fifteen feet away and perfectly capable of hearing every word. "The prophecy is a legend for frightening novices," said a third voice, thin, precise. "It has no bearing on academy policy." "Tell that to the Headmaster," Oren shot back. "He said the word himself, in front of the entire school. You think that stays quiet? By morning every noble house on the ridge will know exactly what we h

The butler handed her the envelope—heavy parchment, embossed with a golden crescent sigil. The wax seal bore the mark of Lunaris Academy, the most prestigious magical institution in the realm. She tore it open, her hands shaking slightly. “Dear Miss Seren Nightwind, It is with great honor that we confirm your acceptance into the Academy of Lunaris for the upcoming term. Your aptitude has been recognized as extraordinary. We eagerly await your arrival.” Seren gawked. “I—what?” Her father took the letter, scanning it with disbelief. “This… must be a mistake.”

•Serena's POV• The Academy of Dark Arts. The Academy was made out of dark stone. Aged bricks bearing the weight of the massive structure. The long yards of plush white carpeting, overlaid by Tibetan rugs clashed with the newly designed crystal chandeliers. The Academy also had a prison where guilty witches and warlocks await their punishment. They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm.

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

Her gifts, if any, seemed to be limited to sarcasm and an exceptional ability to trip at inopportune times. So when she turned sixteen and still hadn’t shown a flicker of divine heritage, her parents made the decision. They brought her to Meristal Academy, a remote school nestled between the cliffs of Elros and the whispering pinewood groves—a place where magic wasn’t expected, and where ordinary children were taught fencing, literature, cartography, philosophy, and survival. "Survival from what exactly?" Ivy had asked when they arrived, her boots crunching along the frost-rimmed path that led up to the stone courtyard.

He shrugged. “Myths and legends are all based in some kind of reality.” She guessed that he was right. Sybil came back to present time and stared out the window just thinking. She had been reading up on a few things. Her time with Niba had made her think about herself a little bit. Niba kept calling her a pythoness. One who was connected to all branches of magic but tended to master in one area quickly. Pythons were rare because they were able to fully learn other branches of magic where most witches were only ever to truly master one. Niba said the last known here was Morgana. That her brother Merlin had disappeared some time ago to an unknown fate. Well guess Areis comment about myths and

The Academy was the safest place for her. The academy? Draven laughed. Isn’t that where all the rogue, unruly, goddess-forsaken girls go? But she had someone who watched over her. The academy, renowned for its strict training and protective environment, serves as a sanctuary for rogue girls, shielding them from the dangers that lurk in our world. It balanced discipline with safeguarding, essential for those who needed to learn. Now we need to focus on more important matters—the company. I need to bury myself in work to forget what just happened.

Deep in the mountains, hidden beneath layers of enchanted mist, stood the towering fortress of the Obsidian Crescent Academy. Unlike The Sanctum of Mirrors surroundings, the Obsidian Crescent exuded an air of menace. The dark stone walls were etched with glowing runes, and the grounds pulsed with chaotic energy. Inside the academy’s central hall, Selene, the formidable leader of the rival school, stood before a gathering of students. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall over her sharp shoulders, and her piercing silver eyes held the room captive.