My Marvel Academia Novels & Stories

"Of what?" I insisted. "From ... drinking Lycan's blood." My stomach hurts when I hear it. I took my hand off Jake's jacket sleeve and leaned against the wall behind me. "Cara, you don't need to worry. As long as you don't meet Alpha Adler in person, he won't know about your identity and Alex will never let him." "Adler? Again, the name sounded familiar. "Then if Alex intends to provoke a war between packs, how will he do it ?"

That’s a sure fire way to end up with a broken heart. ‘Emilia?’ Marcus sends through the mind link. I have half a mind to ignore him. They both knew my family was here, but they didn’t tell me. I can see the Alpha not telling me, but I for sure thought Marcus was better than that. ‘You don’t have to respond. That’s fine. I know you’re angry with me and when you’re ready, I’ll explain. I just wanted to let you know Alpha Kade has signed off on you finishing school. Tomorrow, you will report to the high school after breakfast. I already spoke to Ms. Sally. You don’t have to help with lunch prep, cleanup, or breakfast cleanup. After class, you will report to me for your training. See you tomorr

His hands were clenched so tightly on the desk in front of him that his knuckles gleamed white. His gaze burned into me, dark, sharp, filled with something I couldn’t name. Rage. Fear. Hunger. And then his hand slipped, leaving a smear of blood on the wood where his nails had cut his skin. He didn’t move toward me. Didn’t speak. But the weight of his stare followed me out. By nightfall, the whole Academy was buzzing. Every corridor I walked, whispers followed. Lyra Hawthorne isn’t powerless. She’s marked. And every Alpha knows it now.

She needs to perform a heart transplant surgery on a young man and would definitely head here as soon as she can. Discussing things with one of my old human friends is necessary. Marve is the one who knows who is the owner of the academy now because she works for them. We just need to speak to her boss so that we could offer them triple or how much they would price the academy. We will buy it back whatever the cost of it- not life and other crucial things, of course. Just money involve.

he said slowly, "moving against House Corvane directly risks consequences this academy may not survive. They fund a third of our operating costs across every program we run. Public accusation, even with evidence, invites total and immediate withdrawal, not merely partial." "Then we allow fear of losing funding to justify children nearly burning alive in their own dormitory." Oren's voice, quiet until now, cut through the chamber with sudden weight. "I have taught at this academy for over twenty years. I have never once been asked to weigh a student's life against a ledger balance. I find I have no intention of starting tonight." A long, heavy silence followed his words, and slowly, one by on

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

I saw a bunch of unrecognizable scribbles that appeared. “Access granted,” the voice command said. The doors opened automatically. Inside was an incredible high-tech medical facility that seemed centuries beyond anything on Earth. A few students rested in floating hospital beds. I walked further down and found in Adrian and Eric. “Hey,” I said. “Thank God you’re Okay.” “Hi, chica,” Adrian said. “Glad you aren’t mind-warped like everyone else.” “What do you mean?” “Everyone at this academy seems spaced. The other students here are convinced the chancellor is some type of savior.” Adrian rolled her eyes. “No one talks about their lives outside the academy when we ask them.”

Marvel actually winked at me, "Is it someone you dated before but don't want to admit it? I got that. I'm fine with it, don't worry about me. That just the adults’ thing, right?" I was surprised at when this kid learned to speak in this accent, and it somewhat distracted me from my previous panic. Thank God for his humor. Even in moments like this, he reminded me what was worth protecting. But I had to continue lying. Just in a different way. “No... He used to be in my school.” I give a perfunctory response, which is also true to some extent. "Okay, if you say so, then so be it." Marvel turned his head back and followed me. After walking a few steps, he added: "He smells good."