October Academy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The academy gave me your student profile this morning. It would be pretty embarrassing if I couldn't recognize the student I'm supposed to look after." I managed a small smile, but my attention had already drifted beyond her. The academy stretched before me like something pulled from a fairy tale. Towering white buildings reached toward the sky, trimmed with silver that glistened beneath the morning sun, while crystal fountains sparkled in the center of the courtyard and perfectly manicured gardens burst with flowers in every imaginable color. Students crossed the stone walkways laughing together, their confidence so effortless it was almost intimidating.

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”

He was simply there, the way you were simply there for things you had been through and trusted. She came to the academy on a Thursday in the second week of October, early afternoon, unannounced, the way she came now that she knew the place well enough not to require orchestrating the visit. The groundskeeper waved her through. Jenny, the administrator who had been at the academy since Marcus opened it and had opinions about everything and shared them freely with anyone who stood still long enough, said he was on the far pitch, did she

"Your Majesty, this is my office…" "And I'm the Lycan King." I moved around the desk, settling into his chair with deliberate ease. I leaned back, folding my hands across my stomach. "Now. Shall we discuss the state of the Academy?" Lucas remained standing, his gaze turning wary. "If this is about the omega, then my decision still stands.” "The Academy has been declining in prestige over the past five years," I interrupted smoothly, “Your enrollment numbers are down twelve percent and several prominent families have withdrawn their children to send them to the Silvermoon Institute instead."

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

I just stared at him because he had a point and he also caught me so maybe that’s okay. “You guys are cute.” Hela said suddenly and laughed. My cousin glared at him while I just shrugged. Aaron’s like my brother he’s not gentle but he’s overprotective sometimes just like his father. And since I was busy earlier with my cousin’s silliness I didn’t notice the beauty of the academy. There are tall buildings but vines are growing there. I also see butterflies in different colors. They also have a large fountain in the most central part of the academy. And in every pathway, there is a glow.

The undertone feels like mine, not the clothes, the scent, it's like a refurbished version of my scent, layered on chemicals, stripped of balance and authenticity. It makes my head throb, I'm about to throw up. As Rhea steps closer to him, the wrongness of it hits him. An Omega sweetness forged, he takes a step back without meaning to. Before he can speak. The announcer tests the microphone again. “Attention students. The Academy will close for one week, and winter Solstice Festival transport departs at dawn.” The Alphas erupts, laughter, shouting, relief. Rhea's smile snaps back into place instantly, excitement bright and practiced.

“Please wait patiently. The doctor will be here any minute.” The nurse leaves, closing the door behind her. I pull out my phone from the pocket of my pants and send a text to Tylan, taking out my frustration at him. “What the hell is this place?” “Are you sure he can cure my wolf?” “Trust me, he's good.” The reply pops up on my phone screen. The other students can't use phones because of the network problem in the academy but the members of the disciplinary committee have special network setups in the dorms. Each of us has a secret cellphone, except Hailey. She recently joined us, and I'm sure she doesn't have a phone.

The idea of eating breakfast makes me nauseous. I exit my room and pause in the hallway, because I've no idea where classes are in this place. There wasn't time to show me around. The Academy is a three-story mansion that resembles a Victorian-Goth style architecture. Well, I'll look around until I find someone to show me the way or find it myself. My sneakers squeak across the title as I stroll down the hallway, the book of magical history tucked under my arm. I scratch at the collar of my shirt which feels like it's choking me and soaked in so much starch it's stiff like it could stand up on its own.