Panem Academy Novels & Stories

When a harmless prank spirals out of control and infuriates her parents more than she ever thought possible, Eva Carmichael must adjust to her new life in the elite Syndicate Academy, while also going toe-to-toe with the principal who hates her. — The Syndicate or Swiss Academy, to the outside world is an elite school for the children of the rich. But inside, it's an Academy intent to straighten (discipline) the spoilt, hot-headed heirs of the leading Mafia families in the world.

He gingerly swung his little legs over the bench as he pondered. "Well there's four of us. Daddy, mommy, me and my older brother." 'Yeah. Your irresponsible brother.' The princess snorted disapprovingly. "Oh." She offered outwardly. Tommy chattered on. "He recently turned nineteen and attends the biggest and most prestigious academy in western L.A, Beverly Hills Academy." "Is the school really that good?" "Un-hun!" The little fox paused and thoughtfully scratched his hair. "It produces p..pro....prominent leaders and heirs of businesses! At least that's what mommy says." He cutely shrugged, sipping his milkshake.

Samuel never lets his talent go to waste, and his mind shockingly passed the entry trials for the prestigious AC University computing branch. AC is the top academy on the globe for electronic chips and digital processing networks. The systems developed there run every single modern pack station in the world. Compared to her brother, Simona does not have any crazy talents. She is just a normal, sweet little cub who loves to cuddle and play in the dirt. The moment Simona sees Samuel’s boots step onto the rug, she runs toward his chest with a happy squeal. “Brother!”

I asked, looking at the symbols. "The exact specialized environment his wolf needs," Diane said. "Don't mistake my intent here. You won't find an educator who believes in our community school more than I do. But the brutal truth about our current facility?" She gestured around at the peeling wall plaster and the old, scratched wooden furniture. "We are barely keeping our noses above water here. We don't have the funding to hire a specialized mentor for unique pups. And Healer Keane? I love her to pieces, but her methods are as basic as a rock." She tapped her nail against the pamphlet. "If you want your son to thrive, this academy is his only real shot." I scanned the pages. Pictures of happ

“Without the support of all the Packs, this academy would never have existed.” Alex, who was standing next to Callista, nodded. “The Greenfield Pack is very proud to be a part of this project. We sent our five best students.” “And they're all in different houses,” Callista added with a laugh. “They've already started competing over which house is the best.” I laughed. “Perfect. Healthy rivalry is what we want.” Luna Helena approached with a teenage girl beside her. "Seraphina, this is my daughter, Elara. She's very excited to start at the academy.“

​I am Moon, a woman living at the bottom of this academy. This academy is located at the top of the mountain and the people who live below are the poor or "slap soil" as the rich call it. And yes, I am one of the poor called by the rich. Poor are forbidden in this school, It is full of rich and strong creatures here. But I am one of the lucky creatures who was given the opportunity to study at this school. ​ Yesterday was the anniversary of this school and yesterday also took place the picking of the name of the lucky creature who can enter this school for free. And I was one of the two names picked yesterday.

I decide to go to the bathroom which is the farthest from my class, hoping that when I get back Eric and Jenna have finished talking about Prom. The back of our school is directly adjacent to the Pepperwell forest, even though there is a guard rail but in certain parts it has been damaged. The few kids who wanted to smoke or skip classes usually did so while hiding in the Pepperwell woods.

Tomiwa listed. "Why not ask for a whole nation? Go and steal car na" ➰ Few days already passed since we came here and we haven't lifted a finger, we didn't cook nor sweep. We did absolutely nothing than eat, watch movies, play games, hang out and so on. Pampam also fed me lots of gists about her school. She attends a rich school and now she's going to secondary school, Crown Royal college. Heard it was the best in Abuja.

"Elena got into the Pemberton Academy. It's a tremendous opportunity. Very prestigious." Elena examines her nails. That smirk is still playing at her lips. "Pemberton is expensive," Father continues. "Forty thousand a year. Plus supplies, housing, exhibition fees. We need to focus our resources where they'll have the most impact." Where they'll have the most impact. The words echo in my head, rearranging themselves into what he's really saying: Elena's dreams matter. Yours don't. "I got a scholarship," I say quietly. "Full tuition. I wouldn't need—"

More than 150 students are there. She sat there listening to Amana’s announcements about a training camp. They will go outside the academy and every year they do this event for promise users to practice and get to know each other. An Island where no outsiders are allowed to enter. She also introduced a man who is one of the rankers in the academy, he’s not able to attend the academy for the past few days.