Nathaniel Hawthorne Academy Novels & Stories

Half of me expects to see Mjollnir flying through the gymnasium windows, but of course, that would be cliché; it isn’t like this is a Marvel movie. The windows and the doors begin to shake fiercely as Hilda calls upon her forefathers to lend her the strength she needs to defeat me. I can see Miles out of my peripheral pacing back and forth; even the professor looks like she’s not sure what to do in this situation. Being a demigod, Hilda is one of the stronger students in this school, and if she loses control of her powers, it could be devastating. Still, the point of Divine Academy is to teach the students how to prosper and wield their gifts to their fullest potential. Miles and Herja need

“Then make that happen. The Hawthorne family will not have an Omega son, adopted or not.” *** Sawhill Preparatory College was one of the most prestigious private schools in the country, and the best in Caveat City. So naturally, every Hawthorne child had been enrolled there since the institution's conception. It was a good enough school, filled with both the pretentious rich and the lower-class bright who received lavish and generous scholarships to attend.

I can feel Nathaniel’s observant eyes watching me, sensing a shift in my demeanor. "Last night was unexpected, but I hope you don’t think I took advantage of you.” "No, you dint. I told you I am a big girl. I knew what I was doing." I clarify. Nathaniel hands me some papers before clearing his throat, preparing to divulge more information. "Before you read that, you should know who I am," he begins. "My name is Nathaniel Welsh Coven." He pauses, gauging my reaction, and watches as realization slowly dawns on me.

He was a classmate of mine before I started at Ardale, not high-ranking enough to attend the academy. The closer I got the more I zoned in on their conversation, filtering out everyone else. "... just come," Nathan said. “Um, I don’t know.” Atalanta said softly. “She’s probably not even old enough to join. What are you, like fourteen?” Lewis, one of Nathan’s friends, asked. “Seventeen,” Atalanta replied. “You’re not a student at our school.” Nathan stated. “I attend Ardale Academy.” Good girl, I thought as I worked myself through the crowd. Don’t let them get to you.

Or rather, he left me? Why did he even pick up that stupid call? "I'm Nathaniel Hawthorne." His voice is dripping with venom. If looks could kill, he would've killed me with that look. I take his hand and shake it. He recoils from my touch almost immediately, like I'm some piece of trash. Who the fuck does this fucking jerk think he is? "And we all call him Nate," Cam butts in. He's already such a busybody. "Well, now that introductions have been done, Logan, meet me in my office later. We have some extra-credit courses to discuss that you must take as a transfer student."

I descended the front steps just as Nathaniel finished speaking with one of the visiting attendants. He noticed me immediately. "My Luna." "Good morning, Nathaniel." "Good morning." He consulted the notebook tucked beneath his arm. "The Hawthorne delegation will be the first to depart." "Followed by Ashbourne shortly afterwards." I nodded. "It feels strange." He looked at me. "In what way?" "It seems only yesterday we were wondering whether everything would be ready in time." A faint smile touched his usually composed features. "I had no doubt." I laughed quietly. "I think I had enough doubt for both of us."

"Uh, you don't need to give me anything for my hard work-" "Good, because I wasn't planning to," Sylvester interrupted again. "What you see there is an acceptance letter from Hawthorn Newmen Academy. She will be attending starting the first week of February. Can I expect that you know what to do with that information?" The principal hurriedly scanned through the documents. "B-but that can't be." "Why not?" "Hawthorn Newmen Academy is well-known for being hard to get into-" "And Copper will be going there." "The Academy only accepts people with strong connections..."

Nathaniel Crosswell learned about the Hawthornes in the most efficient way possible. Not through gossip. Not through headlines. Through Marcus. The report arrived without ceremony. No dramatics. No emotional framing. Just facts, arranged with the clean precision Nathaniel demanded. He read it once. Then again. Margaret Hawthorne had begun making inquiries. Schools. Boarding programs. Overseas placements with immaculate reputations and inconvenient distances. The language was careful. The intent was not.

You need to come back to the diner I'll pick you up' I block him not wanting to get any more messages from him. "Sorry, continue," I say giving Nathaniel my full attention, "Yeah, I used to go to West high, but after the incident with the Silent Man, I stopped going to school. But now my mom is transferring me to your school. I am starting on Monday. You'll have to show me around," he says his eyes still glued to the road,

"We have an audition process. Are you comfortable with that?" Stacy swallowed her apprehension. "I'll do what it takes," she declared. **************** -HAWTHORNE GLOBAL ENTERPRISE- Nathaniel sat in his office, swamped with far too many projects to get through to be marked completed. There were several acquisitions and offers to be accessed before it could be approved and he knew it'd be a long evening for him. With files and reports spread out over the glass top of his desk, he leaned unto his chair and loosened his necktie. He was exhausted, and he needed to finish the whole file before he could leave the office, those were his principles.