Olympus Academy Novels & Stories

Layla grabbed her phone from her pocket, checking the screen. A message appeared that read: Welcome, Initiate. You now stand among the chosen descendants and the blessed of Olympus. Elysium Academy exists beyond mortal reach, hidden in the cradle of the gods’ last sanctuary. Here, divine bloodlines are trained to master their inherited gifts and to uphold the Balance between the mortal and immortal realms. The Six Great Houses of Elysium • House of Zeus – The Stormborn: Commanders of sky and lightning. Natural leaders; their power fuels both creation and destruction.

Feeling a little sense of defeat, Megan turned to leave the hall. "See you at the Olympics, Megan." Jordan made sure to scream, so it echoed in Megan's ears. Jordan Sparks, twenty-two, with her signature green hair, knew that the Olympics this year was going to take her and her family out of the trenches. No one except her spirit gave her that assurance, not even the executives of Ocean Academy. Jordan had always been the Academy's favourite and most well-behaved. Everyone knew she was the Academy's MVP this year. Megan left the gymnasium. She knew what Jordan was up to. She seemed to be successful at pretending to be the good one among both of them.

“ uh they fucking lied about the school date” I guess we have to crack our brain”. “ wait I get it I remembered my grandpa told me that he went to this Academy but it wasn’t named Royal academy, it was called the Elite Academy where only the rich happens to go there, but they change the name, because I think something might have gone bad at that period so they change the name, Nobody might not no what happened back then, but the academy was established in umm 1960” Bridget said “.

I assumed it was Daylen and opened the door. ‘Oh shit,’ I slammed the door, but Orion’s foot jammed my efforts. ‘How did you find me?’ I wined. ‘It wasn’t too difficult, we have to talk Artemis.’ ‘I don’t know if I can trust you.’ I said, battling to keep him out. ‘I’m an Olympiad demi-god in Zeus' army.’ He said. ‘Oh that’s very original.’ He stopped before thrusting the door in. I stumbled and frowned. The demi-god part was probably true. He wore a large blue jacket that fit his muscles perfectly from the battle with Marcus I knew he had incredible strength.

“Tomorrow, you’ll start your lessons properly, so I suggest you prepare accordingly. Welcome to Phoenix Academy, ladies and gentlemen.” With that, she realised they had been dismissed. Had they all picked their classes already? A sick feeling formed in her stomach when she saw the other students getting up with their folders in their hands. When she quickly opened hers, she saw ‘Ava Morgan, Omega’ written on the top and then a list of classes. Cooking. Needlework. Housekeeping. What. The. Fuck? The list went on like that, and it didn’t take her long to figure out that the academic courses were all to aid an Omega in their service roles. Where were the business degrees? Engineering and Archit

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

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.

Except he was the person on the bike that night. “You’ve been following me around?” I narrowed my gaze, my fingers curling into a fist. He dipped the phone back into his pocket. “Let’s just say I take an interest in patients before treating them.” “I’m not your patient.” “Not yet,” he said, still calm. “But if I were to release the pictures and tell the world that you are becoming an omega. Imagine how the press would ravage it. ‘Tom Rivers is becoming an Omega for Gerard Vance, the man who created the Omega drug so Alphas could fall in love.” He paused, staring at me. “Beautiful headline. Do you think your father would like it?”

I survived by keeping my head down and my mouth shut. One day I overheard two men from the capital talking in a tavern. They were discussing a scheme involving Omega suppressants and fake records. They said it was possible to disguise Omegas as Betas and send them to Varyn Academy, the most prestigious school in the kingdom. I had heard stories about the academy my whole life—how it was for the elite, how it could change a person’s entire future. I was desperate. I approached them that night and begged them to take me. They looked me over, saw the potential in my face, and agreed.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."