Oddport Academy Novels & Stories

Poor souls, they don't know we exist; they won't even see us coming. I have studied each of the four in detail. The wolf shifter who wears his heart on his sleeve like a big, fluffy toy is the easiest target for sure, as long as I can separate him from his pack. The eagle is cunning, not so easily fooled, and he shows caution, preferring his own company, a habit I need to break, and I can be very persuasive when I need to be. The Dragon shifter will be a challenge, centuries old and wise even before my time. He has ancient magic; only time will wear down his defenses. But the one that brings a sliver of unease to the place my heart used to be is Caleb, Prince of Demons. I suppose if you look

"The Headmaster asked me to observe today's lesson." The boy standing in the archway looked like he belonged in a portrait rather than a practice yard, dark hair combed severe and neat, academy uniform pressed to a sharpness Sera hadn't known fabric could hold. He looked at her the way you'd look at an experiment you hadn't yet decided whether to trust. "Dorian Vale." Oren didn't sound surprised, exactly, but something in his posture had gone more careful. "The Headmaster's watchdog. How efficient of him."

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And what about sports or extracurri

he answers me, not giving me his full attention, but I wanted him to look at me, I poked his thigh over and over again until he looked at me with a frown on his face, but I ignored it. "Papa, what academy would I go to?" I ask him, I knew the answer but I wasn't sure about it, I wanted to hear it from him. "Dom&Little Academy, of course," he says, I heard a lot of that academy, it's one of the most famous ones, it's not the one my parents went to, but it's a very known one. "Would I be too far away from home?" I ask him, I don't want to be too far away from them.

the young girl said and walked towards table seventeen where Jordan and all his friends sat. “Ten years ago, the Oscar family decided that it was time to build something that would continue their legacy from generation to generation, they built this great institution. Oscar Academy, the home of the supernatural, the best place to grow in power and discipline, today we celebrate the tenth anniversary of this great institution” Wendy said, paused and looked at all the face a of students, teachers and parents that filled the hall. “Let's raise our glasses, to many more anniversaries, power and magic, cheers” Wendy said smiling beautifully.

He asked, looking at Lorraine as he pulled himself into a seat Lorraine heaved and twitched nervously, as her dad readjusted himself, standing upright with his hand in his pocket. "Alright", she started, threading the needle "I called you guys down here because I have an announcement", Lorraine said "Oh my God, did you max out the WiFi again?" Jordan sighed, throwing up a fit. Lorraine turned and glared at him "No", "I got accepted into the Le'vait Ponteau Academy on a full scholarship!" She said with excitement, but it immediately faded away

I jumped excitedly, absorbing the positive shift of triumph over uneasiness as a result of the ambiguous fate of the match. Everyone's energies were lifted except the opposing team's players and their coach. The disappointment would probably linger for a while but it would be out of their systems after a few drinks tonight at the bonfire. The Houndcross Luveldom team carried their captain on their shoulders as Saiora explained to me that he was in the twelfth grade and it was normal for eleventh graders and twelfth graders to have combined activities like this. The Varada Ball that would take place in the Winter would be one of those occasions.

"Where is Renee? How long does it take to get us snacks?" "Snacks," Alodia repeats. "Renee isn't getting us snacks." "He's not!" Alodai rolls her eyes. "Yellow Sun Academy is the most prestigious fighter academy in the world," Alodia states. I look at Jump. Jump looks at me. We both shrug our shoulders. "So," I ask after a moment of silence. Again, Alodia rolls her eyes but this time, she throws a sigh in there. "Yellow Sun Academy is the most prestigious fighter academy in the world," Alodia repeats. "They teach and train young students like us to be the most excellent and skilled fighters."

You'll have plenty of opportunities to make friends and learn from your fellow supernaturals, all while honing your skills and discovering your true potential. At West Ora Academy, we believe that magic is not just a subject to be studied, but a way of life. You'll be immersed in a world of wonder and enchantment, where anything is possible and the impossible is just another challenge to overcome. So come join us at West Ora Academy, where the supernatural world is waiting for you to discover it! Get ready to unleash your inner power and become the supernatural you were always meant to be!

"We have a small favor to ask." "A favor." "My son, Richard." Cordelia's eyes gleamed. "He's reached the age where he needs proper education. The best education. And the best academy in the region is Thornwood Academy in Silvercrest." Understanding dawned. "You want me to get him admitted." "Not just admitted. We want him to bypass the entrance examinations." Cordelia's voice turned wheedling. "You're Luna now. Surely you have influence. A word from you, and he could have a place secured."