Number 6 Umbrella Academy Novels & Stories

Soubi looked at his school handbook that was distributed after the afternoon speech. Time Cross Academy had very strict rules that everyone had to abide by and anybody who breaks the rules will be punished by torture or death depending on the severity. While it sounded like a scary place, the rules that Amanda Lucifer implemented made him feel safe instead.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

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I buckle him into his car seat and we make our way to the school. I park and then we walk inside and Theo leads me to his classroom. When we get there, Theo runs inside the room and immediately goes to the colouring books. The teacher, a tall lady with dark hair and glasses who I would guess is in her thirties walks up to me and smiles warmly. “Hi, I’m Mia. I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name on the phone yesterday.” “Hi, yeah, sorry. My name is Six.” “Oh, I see. That makes so much sense now.” What does that mean? I give her a look of confusion and she says, “Come in, have a seat.” We walk over to her desk and I sit in a chair opposite her.

“Rain! You’re going to be late!” Emma Miller called from downstairs. Rain was standing in front of her full body length mirror in her bedroom, realizing that today was going to her first day at The Academy to become a guardian. She was given a black and red uniform with combat boots after she was accepted into the Guardianship program at the Shadow Academy. When she put on her uniform, she felt proud and determined to become one of the Shadow Pack’s best warriors. She knew it would require structure and dedication, both qualities that Rain developed as a child. One thing she was proud of about herself was that she always was quick to learn new tasks. She stared at herself in her mirror and k

“Let’s start, and the guys can join us when they figure out the umbrellas.” We all looked over at the group of guys, who were still clustered around the umbrellas. Tyler and Trevon were holding one, trying to keep it from wobbling. Adrian was jabbing the other one into the ground with all his might. He looked annoyed. He didn’t want anything to do with these stupid umbrellas, but I said shade would be nice, so there he was. Tyler, Finnian, Jerry, Sullivan, and Caspian were all talking, pointing at the last few umbrellas. Zane was just watching, a smirk on his face, like a boss watching his employees work.

Luck begins to look for the acceptance sheet for the academy, in that a pearly white car arrives behind him, some escorts get out of that car and rudely remove Luck from the middle of the road, Luck taken out of the wave only sees through from the tinted windows and sees a white silhouette, a very beautiful color, the car just moved forward and the huge 4-meter-long gate was closed. Luck annoyed, he tells the vigilantes again, but now with the letter in hand, "I am Luck Michalek and I come to study at this academy, through a sports and study scholarship," the guards turn to see and only one He answers, “No, we have you on the list of accepted scholarships, that's why we don't allow you to pa

“I’m from the Moonshadow Pack.” “Moonshadow Pack? I’d heard of them. Why are you here?” “I ran away,” Anne explained. “I’m working as a servant at Umbra Academy now. It’s… complicated.” My suspicion lingered, but I was too weak to resist. “Umbra Academy?” Anne nodded. “It’s a place for the elite. Killers and witches, shifters. They teach you how to survive, how to lead. It’s not a kind place, but it’s powerful.”

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.