Re: Hero Academia Novels & Stories

You. ”Lyra, I don't think I can handle a debate with you right now…” The professor replies by slowly patting his arm reassuredly. She feels her student flinch so she lets go, reluctantly. ”I no longer have the strength to fight you too, Hero... but what happens now?” After another long pause, Hero finally faces her, his expression now unreadable... "I think, we need to talk about your application at the Resort."

He carried himself with an easy confidence, scanning the crowd as if he already owned it. Then, his gaze locked onto mine. I stiffened. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and before I could even think about looking away, he spoke. “Before we begin, I’d like to take a moment to acknowledge our newest student,” Ronin said, his voice deep and commanding. “Lia, welcome to Werewolf Academia.” The entire room turned to look at me. My stomach twisted, but I managed to smile politely, nodding in acknowledgment. Deep down I was confused by his reason for signaling just me out.

It was supposed to look abandoned to keep curious humans away but that never works, so the entire school is under a cloaking spell of some kind. I let out a defeated sigh and make sure my hoodie is pulled over my face, before trudging along the walkway into the academy. As I enter, my eyes catch sight of white and black feathers. Tears fill my eyes and my hand flies over my mouth to stifle a sob. Julie quickly rushes to comfort me. She puts her arms around me, careful to not touch my back. She shushes me quietly, and I try to stop the tears from escaping. "It's alright Luciana, everything will be fine—they’re just like you," she says in my ear. "No they're not, they have wings."

Dear Mom and Dad: My first day was quite interesting, I met some classmates that I liked very much, especially one named Carolina who told me something interesting about the academy, remember I told you that the boarding school was haunted, it seems that the rumors are true. Today I start the first day of school and I am nervous, but I will still do my best not to betray your trust. Love, Mindy. -Mindy, ¿are you ready? -Yes, just let me send this message and...done.

I wasn’t sure if he would agree to teach me, but if I was going to have any luck, I needed the best. Aside from them, there was a college graduate, who was also in the entertainment industry. She always wore a mask to hide her identity, but it was documented in her profile that she could tutor in art, music, drama, dance, and anything related. I didn’t know if she would help, but art was a required course for graduation, so I added her to my list. I was also curious who she was. The last one I found was the one I was most interested in. Not because he was a history and English tutor, but because he had opened a program to help disadvantaged students. The school was called Acadia Academy, but

The demigod shrieked like metal in a fire and thudded back, scattering shards of magic that looked like broken silver. The academy’s warding system—ancient and brittle—caught and held some of the force, aided by Celeste’s action and Remy’s quick circles. Students and teachers who had been caught in the edges of the fight blinked and recovered coherence, and Nico, shaken but alive, pressed his palms to his chest and drew breath as if tasting air for the first time.

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.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

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.