Phoenix Academy Umbrella Academy Novels & Stories

“Fucking… you always got to raise your voice for people to listen these days.” ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The city of Phoenix wasn’t technically one of the richest or most fluent in terms of spending and investing money. So, it came as no surprise that even the school had to sacrifice some stuff in order to have access to other type of shit. Gave up the swimming pool in order to keep the football field, Big W. Gave up the tennis court for the library, Big L. And probably more significantly, gave up the astronomy class, teacher, equipment and facilities to cop this baby. “The Phoenix High Hall”.

“Mommy! We’re late!” Finley quickly scooped him into her arms, even though he was already big enough to walk on his own. “All right, young man. Let’s go pick up your dad and your uncles—they’re graduating today.” The car rolled down the dusty road toward Livingstone Academy. The morning air was crisp, but my heartbeat wouldn’t slow down. It wasn’t just the baby kicking inside me—it was the strange flutter of nerves that always came when I returned to this place. By the time we reached the great hall, every seat was already filled. I spotted Phoenix standing in the front row with Hayden, Zion, and Adonis—four people who had shaped the course of my life in ways I could never forget.

She asked without looking at him. Luke was silent for so long that Sarah thought he was not going to answer at all. The silence and their staring contest were becoming too much for her, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was about to give up when he mumbled. “A phoenix.” “A what?” her head snapped in his direction. “I am a phoenix,” Luke repeated, a little louder this time. “That’s not possible! They don’t exist!” Luke raised his brows in wonder. “I very much exist.” He had so many questions for her and for the first time in his long life didn’t know where to start. She obviously knew about the myths and legends of his world and was a bit shaken, so he gave her enough time to collect hers

"That's actually where that Boarding school comes in. You see, it isn't just a school. It's a school for people like us. I wanted you to activate your magic in a safe space but you did that on your own. It's where you can learn control. I figured you'd rather learn how to use magic around young people like yourself. This was all my idea. I didn't say anything yesterday because I couldn't explain all of this around Annalise. "Where is the school?" I looked towards the window again. I began building up the mechanisms in my body that would stop my tears from streaming down my cheeks. I swallowed the lump that had made itself comfortable in my throat. My eyes shuttered in an attempt to dry out w

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

She brought up a microphone and then began speaking with her deep yet commanding voice. “Students of Sun and Moon Academy, welcome! The drawing ceremony for the annual Sun and Moon games is about to begin.” Everyone began cheering with the utmost excitement. April Rose watched as the walls behind Miss Foxglove gradually opened, revealing a part of the hall she didn’t even know existed. As the walls split apart, it proudly revealed the academy’s emblem made out of bronze. Along with the emblem were four flags—two on either side—each having their own color and insignia.

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."

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.

His well-built, muscular body and fierce brown eyes made him a chick magnet, no surprise since he was one of the best athletes in the Academy. "What kind of video?" Melchor asked, pulling out his phone and instantly opening the Lexington Academy Platform App, searching through the trending section. The Lexington Academy, one of the top institutions for higher education in the country, had its own social media platform akin to F******k, Twitter, and I*******m. It featured all student activities, Academy information, news, and more.

The school was called Acadia Academy, but there was another section of the school called Acadia Alternative. That alone made my interest in Acadia Academy be my top choice for schools I wanted to try to get into. The tutor fees were extremely pricey, but if they could help me, I was willing to pay them even more. Feeling optimistic, I clicked on the link that would allow me to contact the tutors.