Novel & Cerita Panem Academy

“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.”

My brows furrowed. “I mean,” he continued, “look at it, Arden. Elite is the most prestigious academy in the country. Maybe even the continent. The facilities are state-of-the-art. The curriculum is intense, innovative, and powerful. It trains warriors, strategists, healers, scholars, and diplomats all under one roof. It produces the best of the best. We all came here because of that. Because everyone says this is the place where greatness is born.” He shook his head.

Alexander asked again after a moment of silence. "Enroll me to an academy," Danial said casually. "The one and only prestigious Diamante Academy that located in the neighboring country, Balzatine Kingdom. Please write me a recommendation letter to enter that academy. I need to go there as soon as possible."

They drag a few inches on the ground and I won’t be surprised if hers are the biggest here. I tear my eyes away from her wings to Mr. Night calling for attention. “Today we are going to continue our preliminary skill tests, we will go outside and you will fly as high as you can before flying as fast as you can, and tomorrow we will test strength, we’re going to start with Jadyn so you transfers can see what you’re supposed to do,” he announces and everyone immediately starts chattering excitedly. We all follow him outside to the massive green field behind the academy. I move aside from the group, settling onto the ground at the top of the hill where the grass in unkempt and grows taller than

No Celeste and Remy today—they were already gone to Storm Academy—but their absence felt like a promise more than a loss. Afternoon classes blurred: Supernatural Chemistry (alchemical reactions), Advanced Integration Politics (Accords case studies), and a short homeroom wrap-up. By the final bell, my head was full of formulas and dates, but my heart was steady. Because tonight— Tonight was Ravenna’s. **After Classes – East Tower Garage**

I couldn't even picture them as little boys. Ace grinned, not done with his amusing stories. “That's not the last, my lady. There was this great 'Who Can Eat the Most Pancakes' contest in school. The proper school for young wolves is called ‘Den of Learning'. So, we got into the contest; it was my idea; to cut the long story short, it ended with syrup everywhere and a stomach ache that lasted for days." I giggled, feeling my fear slowly dissipate. “That's crazy.”