Realm Academy Novels & Stories

The training room wasn't the mirrored gym Caelith had been using for the past two weeks. The maid led her down to a secure wing of the mansion, opening a heavy door into a sprawling, professional standard martial arts room. The space was pristine and well-lit, lined with expansive black and red interlocking floor mats that smelled faintly of fresh rubber. Rows of heavy freestanding punching bags stood like silent sentinels along the wall, and the air carried the crisp, sterile hum of a high-end ventilation system.

I shut the door and go to my bed to lay down. Creator guide us. I close my eyes and I immediately feel the shift between realities. It's a heavy feeling that soon overtakes me. When I open my eyes again I'm standing on the realm bridge. The realm bridge is as busy as ever with jumpers walking along it and a few of them jumping off it. If only they knew what was going to go down tonight. "There you are," Ri says popping up behind me. "I was starting to think that he already took you."

Philip replied. "I don't know if that's such a good idea. These Ginxes want to kill Joe and Lydia. Wouldn't crossing over to a realm filled with them be a suicide mission?" Kurt asked. "In Randos, they'll be able to find people who will help them, train them to use their powers and protect them until they are ready to fulfil their destiny. They have to crossover. It is the best chance that you kids have to survive this," Philip said.

Should I contact him… I mull over it for a few minutes before I make up my mind. Clicking on his email, I begin writing a quick to the point message. ‘Dear Alpha Alejandro, I am writing in regard to your daughter, Miss Skyla Rossi. As you may know, I Royce Arden am currently the trainer for the senior classes at Midnight Academy. I have discussed the situation with Headmaster Rivers, and we have agreed that Miss Skyla Rossi would continue to attend the lessons with her peers, however, I have determined that she does need additional training as you yourself have agreed to and these classes will begin soon.

Rade took another sip. “And if you mastered the wind magic, you will go Aderawiel for your earth manipulation training. The High Priestess there is the master of Erdeterra.” Althy paused as if he remembered something funny, and he added, “But beware of her, of she likes you, just give her what she wants,” he laughed out loud. Eleand could not understand what he meant.

Carrie replied, a hint of mystery in her voice. Zeda briefly thought about asking what the genuses of the owners were, but decided against it. Carrie obviously wasn't among the few people who had met them. She sat upright. "Tell me about my eyes. Why are they so strange?" "Alright," Carrie said, setting her empty cereal bowl aside. "There's something called the Realm in the supernatural world. It's a place that only supernatural beings can access by focusing their minds with incredible strength and having a strong will. Any being who successfully enters the Realm comes back to reality with either new, powerful abilities, or much better control over the ones they already have.

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.

They looked at the people of the academy with arrogance and burst into laughter when they saw the student with the corroded hand, their ridicule apparent. “I thought the people from the Highford academy were very powerful, but you’re nothing but a bunch of losers. You must choose to join a big faction if you want to practice. Ignorant kids like you must learn to repent your mistakes.” That guy was the senior student of the Tenor Guild, tasked to lead the new students to the secret realm for training this time. This secret realm was very strange, only permitting entry to practitioners below the third zone. Thus, only carefully selected people could enter the secret realm.

With this in mind, he informed his roommates he had important matters to attend to and left the dormitory. Lexington Academy, a sprawling campus that felt like a small city, boasted establishments found in any bustling city center, including a fitness gym. Unlike the public gyms, this one was exclusively for students. Located just a few hundred meters from the Ordinary Class Men's Dormitory, Gale reached it in minutes. Upon arriving, Gale strode towards the receptionist's desk to register. "Good morning, Ma'am. I want to—"

"Every leyline from the Western Barrens to the Southern Archipelagos is humming at the same frequency. The Great Academy is ready." Lyra smiled up at him, her thumbs tracing the hard, handsome contours of his jawline. "A place where the youth of our realm—shifters, solar channelers, sea-weavers, and elemental scholars—can learn to master their power together, without fear or hatred. It is the dream we fought so hard to build, Caelum."