Psychic Academy Nova Novels & Stories

"Director Hale discovered something. About the Academy. About certain students being monitored. Tracked. He was going to expose it." "Expose what?" "A program. Government funded. To identify and capture hidden Omegas in elite institutions." My heart stopped. "The Academy is part of it?" Ronan asked. "Not officially. But certain people within the administration are cooperating. Feeding information to agents like Mercer." "Who?" "I don't know all the names. But I know Hale found out. And they replaced him before he could act." "With the copies," I said. "Yes. Technology the government has been developing. Perfect replicas. Almost impossible to detect."

“I did. And so did everyone else in this bus. You are no longer in your mortal bodies, and you now exist as your bare conscience. Hence, you cannot think, and everything you think is a thought is being said aloud. Now, sit.” Once again, I’m somehow sitting without moving an inch. “If I have to repeat this instruction, you will fail to transition, Soul 113.” “Nova,” I grumble, folding my arms, a sign that I’ve given up trying. I don’t know why he keeps calling me a number. My name is Nova. I prefer it to that stupid thing he keeps calling me, like I’m an animal in a farmer’s yard. “I do not have a gender, Soul 113. You refer to me as they, or nothing at all.”

she says as she stretches a little. “It’s the best morning” I reply. I know how cheesy that was but I also don’t care. “Um, why can’t Lore feel Atari? Is she mad?” I ask bracing for the answer. I could not prepare for what she tells me “No it’s not that.” Nova says looking awkward “I haven’t been able to sense her since the rejection. It’s what I have been working on since I went back to the Kingdom. We believe there is a psychological condition that effects wolves when they have been rejected or had other psychological trauma that weakens their bond to each other. I’ve been studying the phenomenon. I’m actually at university now working on a way to fix it for all wolves that have this affli

"Yeah." We stand there in silence for a while, both looking out at the moonlit grounds. The Academy looks peaceful from here. Almost beautiful. Like nothing bad could ever happen within these walls. But we both know better. "When I first got here," Nova says quietly, "I was so scared I'd die alone." I look at her. "Nova—"

I've never made my own choices, I've always been presented in front of the world how someone else wanted to portray me. But this is me. My choice. I am my own person, and I'm strong enough to do this. Soft instrumental music flows through the large garden. The white sand beneath my feet is warm, the breeze playful as it ruffles the trees and dances through my veil. I take my first step forward. Rose follows behind, her presence a steady comfort. My eyes sweep the crowd—strangers and familiar faces alike—and then land on her. Ali. Aiden’s mother. The new headmistress of the Academy. Mark somehow managed to spin the contracts and make her new headmistress - apparently there was a clause in the

RHYDAR The elevator hums steadily as it moves up the academy building, but my head won't stop pounding. It's been two nights since the vision, and I still haven't slept properly. Every time I close my eyes, I see it again. Nova's blood on my hands, her eyes empty, the world burning behind her. Nova leans against the mirrored wall beside me, watching me quietly, as though she can read every thought I'm trying to bury. 'You look like hell, Rhy,' she signs.

~ ~ Avery ~ ~ My hand, reaching for a delicate-looking mug, froze mid-air. The ceramic cup, cool against my fingertips, suddenly felt heavy, precarious. My eyes remained fixed on the silver plaque, the engraved words seeming to burn into my retina. Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department. The world tilted.

She looked exactly like what everyone believed her to be the perfect daughter of the Alpha and Luna, the future pride of our pack. She belonged here, I was only here because of her “If we miss registration because of you, don’t expect me to forgive you,” she said without looking back. “I’m coming,” I replied quietly. She sighed in annoyance. “You always say that.” I lowered my eyes and followed, that was something I was good at, following. The moment I stepped into Alpha Academy, I understood why every young wolf dreamed of coming here. The academy was breathtaking. Ancient stone buildings surrounded the enormous courtyard, their walls covered with vines that had grown for hundreds of years.

"An academy is the last place anyone expects a secret convergence of Alpha power. It's hidden in plain sight, exactly the way you were, for exactly the same reason." The comparison lands heavier than he probably intends, settling cold in my stomach. "This isn't about capturing me anymore," I say slowly, understanding beginning to form even as the pieces continue arranging themselves into something far larger and more frightening than I'd allowed myself to imagine. "This is bigger. They're gathering something. Someone. All of them, in one place, at the same time."

The one in the center attempted to push through the invisible resistance of whatever the space around her had become, and his boot caught as if something below the surface had decided his boot was interesting, and he stumbled forward and his blade went wide, and the second man's grip on his weapon went uncertain as something in the air around him changed the relationship between his hands and the thing he was holding, and the third man looked at Nova with the expression of someone who has encountered information that his training did not prepare him for and does not yet know what category to put it in. Nova raised her hand, and the motion was slow and without violence, the way you raise a ha