روايات وقصص ضمن My Chemical Romance Umbrella Academy

He placed me down on my feet and he walked away from me to the round bathtub filled with water. "You didn't need to do any of these." I was beginning to feel bad. Anthony acted like he didn't hear me and instead held out two bath bombs. "I've got lemon-scented and mango-scented bath bombs. Which one do you like?" I flushed from embarrassment and being shy from how caring he was. I bit my lip and pointed at the lemon bath bomb, which he quickly dropped into the bathtub. He dropped the other bath bombs and ran his hand through the bubbling and fizzing water before looking at me.

“How is the academy treating you?” “It’s a lot different than I expected,” she said honestly. “I thought it was going to be a place of torment for vampires, but it’s nothing like that. It’s an actual academy like the one we went to. There are professors and tutors; I have to go to nightly classes. 4 of them each night to be exact. They give us exhausting homework; we have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They let us drink wine during dinner which is laced with blood,” she went on to explain. “It’s how we keep the cravings from getting too bad and it helps. I’m in a section that doesn’t require a lot of blood-lust training. Besides the first time I’ve changed, I haven’t really lost my mind for b

Zara’s POV The hallway outside the East Dorm was darker than usual. The sconces that usually flickered with enchantment light barely glowed. I rubbed my arms, nerves crackling under my skin. My shoes were too loud on the marble, echoing like warning bells. Midnight felt heavier tonight, like the walls themselves were listening. It started this morning. The Academy newsletter, The Howl & Fang, plastered across every screen in the cafeteria. Their “Midterm Romance Rankings” was supposed to be a joke. Until I saw the names.

No Celeste and Remy today—they were already gone to Storm Academy—but their absence felt like a promise more than a loss. Afternoon classes blurred: Supernatural Chemistry (alchemical reactions), Advanced Integration Politics (Accords case studies), and a short homeroom wrap-up. By the final bell, my head was full of formulas and dates, but my heart was steady. Because tonight— Tonight was Ravenna’s. **After Classes – East Tower Garage**

Chapter 110 – Storm Academy, Utah **September 4, 2032 – Late afternoon, East Wing Dorm Commons, Storm Academy** The East Wing commons is bathed in the golden slant of late-summer mountain light pouring through tall arched windows. The space feels alive—exposed stone walls etched with faint storm runes that glow softly when the wind picks up outside, mismatched couches dragged into a loose circle, a low table scattered with half-empty mugs of tea, spell textbooks, and a deck of tarot cards someone left mid-reading.

She brought up a microphone and then began speaking with her deep yet commanding voice. “Students of Sun and Moon Academy, welcome! The drawing ceremony for the annual Sun and Moon games is about to begin.” Everyone began cheering with the utmost excitement. April Rose watched as the walls behind Miss Foxglove gradually opened, revealing a part of the hall she didn’t even know existed. As the walls split apart, it proudly revealed the academy’s emblem made out of bronze. Along with the emblem were four flags—two on either side—each having their own color and insignia.

Bewildered by the unexpected appearance of the envelope, I opened it gingerly and peered inside, reading it's contents. Welcome, Ruby Fridays. You are cordially invited to join, "The Coven of Nocturnal Youngbloods," an elite group within the premises of Rozbite Lustro Academy. This is an exclusive group of students who have been specially selected to learn the tactics of surviving the ever-changing and mysterious games of truth and dare of the Academy. Our members are carefully chosen regardless of honors or houses, and regardless where you came from.

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.”

"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."

The bedroom window was wide open. The coolness of the air shrunk my areolas and perked my nipples as I crossed the room toward the bathroom. I slid the pocket door to see a sheer pink chiffon robe trimmed in white satin hanging on the shower hook, an envelope pinned to it. I carefully unpinned the envelope so as not to damage the delicate fabric and removed the plain white card. It had only one word; Love, handwritten on the front. I lifted the edge of the card and read the neatly printed note. Welcome to another beautiful day