Rwby Academy Novels & Stories

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

She sat in the fourth row for a moment longer and let the motion move around her. Then Lyra stood up beside her, and Lyra the grandmother stood up behind her, and Kyson put his hand briefly on her shoulder, and she stood up too. She walked toward the entrance. The Raven Academy opened. And the work — not finished, not needing to be finished — continued.

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

Raven I'm sitting inside the library again, watching the rain pour down from the sky together with my pack. Glass windows display how heaven is opening up, allowing water to pour down. Hayden, Blake, and I are planning to visit another school to see if they have students that have gone missing. The problem is that outside Magic Academy's borders, all game is fair. Alina and Blake's old pack could attack us without consequences. Hayden is staring down at the map over the dark forest. His fingers are interlocked, making him resemble Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, a hot blonde version.

We went to a new class, not my usual one, but it was Miss Blair who was standing in front of the class, the students were me and my friends, a couple more people from my old class and new ones that I don't recognize. "Welcome everyone, and Raphael," she says seeing that Raphael has taken a seat keeping Wissa in his arms. "The class is the same of our old one, we have the same cubes in the back with our names, and we don't leave our class until our mommies or daddies come to get us," Miss Bee says, it's not like we ever a littles only class, there's always a dom staying in with their babies since we're always too worried to stay alone.

She had seen piles of bodies, seen how brutal the apocalypse could be. Yet she still couldn't stand the sight of people clinging to that last sliver of hope, even when it was already gone. They were still waiting for their people to come back. Damn the Sovereign Academy! Hayley led her group back to Haylight League. She handed everything over to Liam to handle, then went straight to find Ruby. "Aunt Ruby, have you heard of the Sovereign Academy?" Hayley asked the moment she stepped into the lab. "The Sovereign Academy?" Ruby repeated, then shook her head. "No."

divide had been redirected into planetary healing. Epilogue: The Apex Academy Six months later. Oakhaven. The ruins of the Academy had been replaced by a structure of glass, living wood, and sapphire stone. It wasn't a school for soldiers; it was the Apex Conservatory, a place where the New Breed and humans studied the science of resonance together. Elara sat on the balcony of the "Queen's Suite," watching a group of young cubs—some with fur, some with scales, some purely human—play hockey on a rink made of her permanent, "Ever-Ice."

My name is written in perfect script: Zara Blackwood. My fingers tremble slightly as I break the seal and unfold the letter. Miss Blackwood, We are pleased to offer you a place at Blackwood Academy, a private boarding school for gifted students. Our campus, deep within the Ember Forest, provides a unique opportunity for young people like yourself to grow, learn, and thrive. Your term begins immediately.

And just like at the airport, she ran out of the cab and got lost in the crowd, the good thing was that she didn't forget to bring her suitcase. I paid the driver and got out of the cab. I started to look for her while I looked around the place. The boarding school was amazing, it had a soccer field, basketball court, swimming pool and even a meditation garden. At the entrance there was a mural with drawings made by each of the students. A young brown-haired boy approached me to welcome me. -You're Mindy, ¿right? -¿How do you know my name? -I have to, I'm the president of the student center and the official organizer of the academy's events.

I returned to the academy just in time for the teacher to enter the classroom. This is a supplementary class exclusively for Royal, the most prestigious and famous ballet group at Mailbu Academy. The members of the Royal group are all famous ballet dancers and have won many professional awards. Except for Kaylin, Garrick, I recognize a few familiar faces. Jade Roxaleen, Baldric Herrington and Veronica. If Kaylin was dubbed the 'white swan' of Malibu academy with her ability to captivate audiences, Veronica is the 'black swan' that is both mysterious and attractive.