My Marvel Academia Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

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."