Merlin Academy Novels & Stories

"They're the most dangerous creatures in this academy, and not just because of their power. They're looking for something. It's been for years. Every human who comes through here gets tested, evaluated, discarded." "Tested for what?" "I don't know. But whatever it is, you've caught their attention. That's either very good or very bad." "Which do you think it is?" He studied me for a long moment. "I honestly don't know. But I do know this—there are things happening at this academy that go deeper than human-werewolf integration. Ancient things. Dark things. And the princes are at the center of it all." "How do you know all this?"

it was obvious Alex was worried about which location Adler would choose, "What is it?" I asked with a little bad feeling. Alex frowned for a moment, "We suspect that Adler will choose the Land of Ashes as the site of the war "Why?" "That place is one of the neutral territories, but werewolves cannot bring out their wolf form in the Land of Ashes." he explained, "Several hundred years ago there was a big war between werewolves, several thousand of us died there because of the war. It was a very long winter, it was almost impossible to bury all the war dead in the ground that had hardened with snow. So the authorities at the time decided to burn the bodies all at once to ashes. Now it's a sacr

Erbot smiled as he replied. The Glory Heart Academy was the best Academy for all the werewolves, the Alphas, and all the werewolves with special powers. They would be accepting the highest level of training there, they could also get glory and power and fame. In the academy, they could fight for the position of the Alpha king, the Moon Goddess, or the Goddess of War. Xavier was my lover who loved me so much that he had died for me, causing his disappearance, and had finally been found. I could see him again.

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

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?"

“No one leaves the academy without my permission, no one dares! ” But even as she said it, doubt coiled in her gut. But we weren't gone. We were just out of sight, preparing because the war is close and Morwen is also digging and preparing hard, and she was running out of time. After a series of training,While we sat in the obsidian chamber, weaving our essences into something unbreakable, Morwen went into the deepest vault under the academy,the Pit of Echoes, where even ghosts feared to tread. She drew a new sigil from her own vein.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

Her laughter was a deadly sound, ‘Killian, you have just met the Great Warlock, Merlin, and England’s greatest King, Arthur Pendragon and yet you still question the existence of Avalon?’ He looked into her hypnotic purple eyes, ‘Very well, where do I find this Avalon?’ He demanded from her and she sighed softly, ‘Killian, this is powerful magic. You cannot ..’ He interruputed her with a dismissive wave of his hand, ‘Don’t lecture me on what I can and cannot do. Where is this Avalon Magenta and how the fuck do I get her there?’

Even if I didn’t know it before, there was always a bit of Kay in Embyr. Since regaining my sanity and coming into this company of knights, Merlin has been training me in how to access the powers that have always been there, waiting. Even so, it did not fully prepare me for what I intend to do. I was warned to never pull too strongly from Avalon itself, so it is only the faintest thread that I unravel from the ground beneath my feet, letting it warm me, becoming a part of who I am as I integrate it into my own spirit to fuel my work.

I haven't found mine yet but I'm not too worried because there is still time. I go to the werewolf academy for both boys and girls located on a small island in a secluded area and I'm in my last year. I and my twin chose to go to this academy rather than the other one just for Alphas, Betas and Gammas because we don't believe that just because we have a higher position that we should be superior, I mean we get the classes that we need at our academy and we befriend more people. The other academy is located a couple islands away but far enough that it would take a week to travel to each place by boat. Anyway, on with the story…