Panem Academy Novels & Stories

As the journey continued Berzerk started opening up more to Isekai as he started telling him more about the Academy. "you see even though you gained a spot in the school as a representative of your tribe and gained my approval you still need to take part in the entrance exam. The academy is already in decline so can't bear the expenses of all the student, that is why this entrance exam is conducted so as to minimize the rate of useless gift that applied. Well your gift is not useless so i will try to put in good words for you so that you can skip the entrance exam, though i am a recruiter i still have some say in the school since i am also among the school board," Berzerk said.

Zenith stared at her because of it. "You're not an ordinary person, are you?" she asked Palm but she smiled, "One question, one answer. What school are you talking about?" Palm smiled even more at what she heard and replied, "Warrior's Academy…" Sneak Peak 2 Zenith's Point of View After I consumed all of the Old man’s cooked delicious meals, I was so full! This is my second time but it really is delicious… "Mark, thank you very much. I'm full," I said and then handed him the fee.

data-p-id=fe4762ab650409d3f17057fd66a16e72, Sasha. So pretty much everyone in Clinton high school knows who I am. If you don’t know who I am then you probably don’t exist. Being popular had always been my dream since coming to the states as it seemed like the only way to stop the constant bullying I was subjected to back in Mexico. If I made a name for myself, there would be no way anyone would dare to go against me, it took me a while but with a lot of effort and determination, the Panthers were formed.

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

Good be knows, lest I'd be spending much time to explain and console him. "Don't worry your new school is one of the best in America. It can't be compared to your precious school." I see him getting more and more excited as we stroll up on the not-so-busy road leading to the mall. Sunshine would be moulded into the best brains and characters at the American Treasure Academy. I myself wouldn't be able to send him to this elite school if not the voluntary support from the queen, she also promised to sponsor me through Harvard and I wish to study public administration as she has assured me I would be Alpha of my pack again. I don't know how this would come true when another Alpha is already on

"And what did you tell them?" "That Ember Academy does not expel students for surviving an unjust world," the Headmaster said, some of his old steel returning to his voice. "But I will not lie to you, Sera. That answer will not satisfy every family on this ridge. You have made yourself the center of a conflict far larger than any single student should have to carry, and I fear it is only beginning."

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

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.

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”