October Academy Novels & Stories

It’s said to cry only when the veil between worlds tears. I placed my hand on its cold iron. And triggered the academy’s fear with my powers. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was soul-breaking One note filled with fear broke through the air. Windows cracked, students screamed, and the Hearthstone flared gold in alarm. Within seconds, the academy emptied. Students ran into the courtyards, professors shouting orders, healers dragging the weak ones. Morwen stumbled out of her tower, robe half-torn, hair wild, clutching the megaphone like a lifeline.

She loves the dom and little academy stories, she likes the stories where she took over the world and classified the world, making people either be doms or littles, she doesn't mind other kinds of submissives, but the littles are forever her favourite since she and I are both littles. Her characters go to the academy, they live in, and they go to classes to learn how to either be little or dominant, she'll be a little of course, but my boss wants to push her into being a little, he wants her, and he got his own way of getting her to slip and fall for him.

Still, I was too mentally and emotionally drained to do more than follow the Luna as she escorted me back to my suite. “Why? What is happening tomorrow?” I inquired. Oh, we are going to get you enrolled in the Royal Moon Academy,” she responded without further details. Once again, I was awestricken for the umpteenth time just this afternoon. The Royal Moon Academy was an Honors Institution. No Omega has even felt the marble of the hallways under their feet, much less attended as a student. I was too exhausted to have even the most minor conversations about that little bombshell.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for someone in this academy to actually try?" "That wasn't trying. That was an accident." "Sure it was." He didn't believe me, and he didn't bother pretending to. For the first time since I arrived at this academy, someone was looking at me like I wasn't a mistake, not a charity case, not the girl who carries the bags. Like I was something worth being excited about. It was worse than the mockery had ever been. "You're going to fight me tomorrow," he said, already turning to go, already certain of the answer. "Whether you agree or not.”

I told myself I wasn't going to cry again but a single tear leaks out and rolls down my cheek as I plead with Gideon to understand. “The Academy is wiping out Packs.” Angina, it's not a question; it's a statement of fact. I nod despite Gideon not needing an answer, I wish I had more to tell him but Octavia’s computer had little information after laying out her jobs and the jobs still to be done.

On the first week of October, the School Fest finally began. After two consecutive scandals, the academy had now begun to shed away its gloomy shell. Stalls were literally everywhere. The whole school was celebrating and everyone, be they students, teachers, or visitors, was having a carefree and happy expression.

Athena’s Sacred Tree Academy–or simply AST Academy to its students–was not only known for its silver-gray uniforms or the logo depicting a large, white owl with an olive branch on its beak but for its topnotch teaching and picturesque school buildings that the students and staff alike enjoy; popular and well-spoken despite the fact that it was still considered as one of the newest academy’s to be built in the country… it only goes to show just how well its reputation precedes itself. It was an international academy after all; and the academy welcomes anyone with a love for learning no matter what their race, their religion and socioeconomic status with open arms. The academy was beautiful an

Red dots indicating hidden Omega students. "This Academy has seven subjects. But there are three other academies running the same program. Northern Academy has five subjects. Western Academy has three. Eastern Academy had three but they were exposed last year at graduation." "What happened to them?" Chen asked. "One disappeared. Family took him, no one knows where. One was claimed by an Alpha family through legal channels. One is in government custody. Protective custody officially. But really detention." "Detention for what?" "Medical research. They're studying him. Testing. He hasn't been seen publicly since graduation."

While Alex focused on teaching fighting and attacking. "Are we off practice tomorrow?" I asked Alex after we finished training today. As usual I lay KO on the grass in Pack's backyard exhausted. Alexwhowassitting next to me turned to me. "No.We'restill practicing tomorrow ... morning." I groaned reluctantly as I rolled on the grass.My cheek rests on the fresh grass that feels cool under my skin. Because tomorrow afternoon there's the Full Moon Party, so I think we'll take at least a day off from training. Alex Pack said Yellowstone would be hosting this year's Full Moon Party, which is why Alpha Sam invited me yesterday.

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.