Novel & Cerita My Chemical Romance Umbrella Academy

The car pulls up to the academy gate, and as Amaya drops me off, I walk straight into the dorm building and quickly change clothes, slipping into a long blue dress. Appearing at the prom, the atmosphere is vibrant. Dazzling lights surround me, painting the space in bright, moving colors. I look up, and the light beams are actively dancing across the ceiling and walls. My eyes see shifts of golden, deep blue, and passionate red everywhere. The whole room is glowing. Everyone's dancing, a romantic song is playing in the background, and love is in the air. I wish Dalia were here, so I wouldn't feel lonely. I am the only one without a prom date. Tonight, prom isn't my concern. I want to confirm

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.

Never showed up in person even though we live in the same house,I can't remember the last time I saw my father. Until today. Or rather, until his assistant dropped a message reminding me of the black envelope that was sent to me a few days back. Black envelope they sent to me with no words. I finally opened the envelope to read. _Blackmoor Academy._ I stared at it on the coffee table like it might bite. “You’re kidding,” said Adrian, my stepbrother—the one who hated me almost as much as he hated himself. “That place is a myth.” “It’s real,” I muttered.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

Raine answered. Vermeil’s brows are knitted. He can’t recall whether there was a classmate of theirs whose umbrella broke. “Which student is it?” he asked. Almost all of the students in Margin Academy are rich, so they definitely could afford to buy an umbrella. They also could ask their family or their family’s servants to buy them one. The cafeteria also sells umbrellas. So, the only ones who can’t afford it should be the poor students, or they call them ‘scholars’.

Then a perfect half moon formed into my flesh by the Moon Goddess herself, as if she had run out of eligible bachelors and decided my stepbrother was close enough. Lunaris Academy’s hallway smelled like industrial floor wax, cheap body spray, and the metallic stench of desperate teenagers. Lockers slammed like gunshots and someone’s blueberry vape cloud hung in the air, sweet. I hugged my books tighter, praying the sleeve of my oversized hoodie would hide the mark. One glimpse and the entire school would know I was fated to Zane.

Unlike Alex who was talkingwhile chewing during breakfast a few days ago. While Alex was talking I just stood beside him with a faint smile frozen on my face. Because I still felt awkward as I glanced around me, I recognized a few people at my school, Annelise, Regan, and a few neighbors around my house. My stomach felt even more twisted seeing Mr. Turner, my chemistry teacher, was standing a few feet in front of me and was chatting with an administrative staff member at my school. These guys are werewolves, and they cover it up really well all along.

He said and he suddenly took the bracelet from my hand, I would have objected but he got it. "Shadow, Red is looking for you." We looked at the speaker, Rain. "Just a minute ah." He said then I left. I watched him walk away from me when I remembered that he had my bracelet, Nothing will happen to me when I take off the bracelet, right? A romantic tune is now being played by the bands, I smiled as I saw the entrance of Moonlight students wearing their elegant and grand gowns. "Student's Of MoonLight Academy, good evening and welcome to the 187th Anniversary of MoonLight Academy." The applause and screams of the students echoed as they smiled, the joy evident on their faces.

he adds, almost as if he's handing down a legacy she should be proud of. Zuria takes the papers silently, the embossed emblem pressing into her fingertips like a brand. The parchment is thick and pristine, smelling faintly of ink and old money, carrying a formality that feels suffocating. It isn't an opportunity it's a sentence. An exile dressed up in ambition. The Academy has a reputation that borders on legend: a fortress for the gifted and the broken alike, its sprawling campus shrouded in mist and secrets, hidden away behind gates that seem to groan with the weight of the expectations they protect.

Raven I'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down. Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences. Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version.