Mysterious Class Novels & Stories

Those classes are advanced variants of classes wizard, summoner, and priest in that order. Due to him taking his time in doing the quest, it wasn't until the previous day that he obtained the advanced class and the one that he chose was the arcane summoner. With him obtaining that class, he was now one of the few players with an advanced class, and a hidden one at that. Not that it matters since he still has to avoid players mistaking him for an NPC, this time being worse since his advanced class has him donning a spectacular-looking mage robe, an item that's normal for NPCs. Mistaken Fox eventually shook off his confused expression before turning away from the entrance of the village. He ha

Even his casual grin can take one's breath away. "Good morning class, Are you ready to meet our next mythical creature in the list???" "Ayeeee!!!!" The class cheered merrily as they answered back. Mostly dominated by the infatuated student sorceresses. In a blink of an eye, the classrooms seem to turn into a small room reserved for a meet and greet convention designed for Professor Morgan's fan's club. Usually, during Beasticology class, Professor Morgan would take everyone away to another location- and today is not an exemption either. Just like before, Professor Morgan took them somewhere in hopes of giving his students a firsthand experience regarding beast handling. They walked passed th

asks Cameron, to which I nod, "Eh. Maybe." "I think you'll like CCMS," says Leonard with a grin, "there's quite a number of classes you find interesting, based on your personality." "Like that Majestic Theory, or whatever?" asks Cameron. "Oh yeah," says Leonard with a nod, "everyone loves that class." "What is it? It sounds pretty complicated." "It is, but it's still fun," I say, "it's about magic." "Oh, what magic can you do?" asks Cameron, perking up.

*The Secret Society* Emma sat in the dimly lit café, sipping her coffee and staring at the small folder she had received from an anonymous source. The folder was labeled "The Order of the Phoenix" and contained a series of cryptic documents and symbols. As she flipped through the pages, Emma's eyes widened in shock. The documents seemed to describe a secret society that had been operating in the shadows for centuries. They were known for their ruthless tactics and obsession with power. But what really caught Emma's attention was the mention of a prophecy. According to the documents, a young woman with a specific genetic makeup would hold the key to unlocking an ancient power. And Emma's sist

She had heard about the professor — a master of the occult, a keeper of dark and mysterious secrets — but she had never expected to find herself here, in this eerie, oppressive classroom together with him. The professor looked her up and down, his expression unreadable, "Since you're only the transferee in this class, Ms. Fridays, let me introduce myself to you first. I am Mr. Cresswell Morrigan, your professor in this class where you shall learn the secrets that lurk in the shadows, the knowledge of death, and the hidden macabre truths of this world," The professor said, and with that Ruby nodded in unwanted acknowledgement slowly, trying to take in the advice and her surrounding simultaneo

If there was one thing an Everwood didn’t have to worry about, it was money, but that’s really the only good thing about being one in my opinion. With a coffee and muffin in hand, I made my way to my first class of the day, my preceptorial about Creating Monsters, and as soon as I stepped foot into the classroom I almost turned around and walked away. He was in my class. The guy was in my class. Mr. Werewolf from yesterday. Oh no. Oh no, no, no... I did not need this. This was the last thing I needed. Wait. Wait—keep your cool, Eleonore, I reminded myself. You only bumped into him. That was all. His eyes might’ve flashed gold, but he shouldn’t want trouble either. The supernatural stayed sec

“Fitness is an important requirement to be on the Top team so you'd better take this class seriously. Moving on…” I sat impatiently, my mind drifting off to who the blackmailer could be. I couldn’t wait to find out who the person was but I thought about it. Although, if I find the person? What would I do? I thought long and hard about it but nothing was coming to my mind. Soon enough, class came to an end. The next class was Majesty Women’s class and everyone began to troop out one after the other. I sat still in my seat, biting my lips anxiously.

Morgan said. Rafael typed quickly, his eyes fixed on the extra screen. "Data is limited, Morgan. That man seems to have his real identity protected. The data attacks move too fast. Our system can barely even detect his trace." "What do you mean?" "The mysterious man is someone we can't touch if we can't check his data. Meanwhile, Alice must be saved, and we should find her first before the mysterious man who is in league with Marcel," Rafael replied. "I will find out the identity of that mysterious man. I think I know that person, but I forget who he is. It seems he's a dark ruler, certainly a renowned Mafia."

I mumbled, rolling my eyes, then turning towards class. I felt all eyes on me, even when I reached the class. I wondered if the gossip had gotten to the class already, but I knew it was not impossible. The news seemed to travel faster in Mystic Academy. I tried listening to all that was said during the class, but it seemed my concentration was off. It was Werewolf 101, already one of my favorite classes, as I got to learn about my true nature and abilities. However, for now, I doubted I would be able to understand what Chase was teaching if I didn't meet with Vesper to discuss it.

Job Title / Class: Magician, Cultivator MP: 20,000/20,000 Skills: Light Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Fire Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Wind Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Water Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Space Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Darkness Magic (Blue Stage Level 3) Sword fighter (Black Stage Level 7 - highest level in this current realm ) Cultivation (Qi Gathering Stage)