Regal Academy Nick Novels & Stories

Besides, it’s not really her dream to be a leader in a fascist para-military exercise. The leader of the other team, Team Red, where Nathan belongs, is a beefy, slightly charismatic guy named Regie (short for Reginald), who hates Nathan’s guts. OK, maybe he doesn’t really hate Nathan’s guts; he just looks like he does with his extra-pointy faux hawk hairstyle and perpetually scowling face. That he hates Nathan’s shenanigans is probably more accurate, especially when those shenanigans earn him and the rest of the squad too many extra push-ups.

We, at Regal, perform the classic style, hugging the tradition. Ladies from the first Van go inside the pack building hall. When it was our turn to hop out of the van, the girls with me are exhilarating. Ava even clutches my arm tight, letting out a high-pitched yelp. We were formed in line. One by one, we'll enter the hall where every mateless male wolf will be. "We're about to start." The host of the party was Nick, the Beta I met earlier today. He's up there where everyone can see him. Not bothering by using a microphone since each of us has enhanced hearing. He took a glimpse of me and nodded his head, smiling.

he asks, though he already knows. “Henry Miller,” I murmur, keeping my eyes down. He exhales, like I’ve confirmed something he already decided. “Henry has offered to be your dominant,” he says. I swallow thickly, not once looking up at him. I shake my head as answer. I know multiple dominants have offered to be my dominant. I've heard them all. I've denied them all. Henry has tried multiple times. And I know the headmaster doesn't take my answer lightly. I’m a bad reputation. A spark of rebellion. The gossip of rival academies.

Scott chuckled, and I just smiled to myself. “Too possessive, eh?” Scott teased, and Nathan glared at him. “So, back to where I was talking about five seconds ago... Natalia wanted to participate in the student council of Jackson High,” Nathan said, ignoring the past few moments earlier. “Really? I didn’t know that you have a leader side, Nat...” It was Scott, taking a sip from his drink. “Nope, that’s not what it is. You know, I just wanted to try,” I briefly explained.

At the same time, there was a man standing on the viewers’ bench. This man was Kieran Kruse, the guy whom Tyr mentioned before. He was nicknamed the Russian Beast and was one of Regal Palace’s eighteen generals. Beside him was a guy in a wheelchair who was dressed in white. With a white fan in his hand, he looked like he was someone from an ancient era. This person was Jim Zabinsky. He was known as Regal Palace’s Think Tank and was one of the organization’s Five Kings, the Northern King to be exact.

But I was really yearning to breathe the fresh air outside this hole. "Are you going to ignore me today also? I mean you should get a break from those books you read always." Nick is an annoying prick. I learnt his name the second day I got here, Nick Thatcher, he had been in an accident and was in rehab for that. He is a rich guy but very down to earth, it was part of his timetable to annoy me every single day and I just ignored him.

Sam asked, her eyes piqued with interest. “ Clawstone Academy.” Nicki said nonchalantly, while Sam's eyes widened and her lips parted in shock. “ Are you okay?” Nicki frowned. “ Cl…Clawstone Academy? Are you for real?” Sam stuttered as she spoke. “ Yes, what's the matter?” “ You won't survive in that college.” Sam started. “ The rate of bullying in that school is second to none. A student was killed in the school but the matter was buried because Alpha Prince Killian of our pack attends the college.”

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

Mercy’s POV I watched him slide across the ice like he owned it. His hockey stick was tightly clutched in his hand as he skillfully passed the puck to his teammates. The girls who sat before me screamed at the top of their lungs, “Nicholas! Nicholas!” Obviously they weren't screaming for the love of the game. None of these girls truly knew anything about hockey. They were just desperate to get his attention. Nathaniel Fangs. The hottest boy in school, he was the son of the vampire king and the captain of the boys' hockey team.

That was why I was now standing right in front of the woman in question, as she didn't bother hiding her suspicion of me. I was aware that Anchorage Academies seniors had to prepare for their graduation evaluation and decided to participate in their first round of training after a week's break. In the end, I decided that since I couldn't find anything by trying to dig, I would try another tactic, which would be to get close to her so she could reveal her secrets herself. Once I knew what Crimson Tides was hiding, I would reveal it to the world and destroy them just as they destroyed my brother. "Best two out of three," Reggie, or Big Red, as the students called him, announces as Ayla positio