Rwby Academy Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This is insane." Sera's whisper barely carried over the sound of her own heartbeat. "We're going to get expelled before I've even finished my first month." "We're not going to get caught." Oren moved ahead of her through the dark corridor, quick and sure despite his age, robes barely making a sound against the stone. "I've been walking this academy longer than most of its current masters have been alive. I know which guards nap at which hour, and which doors have locks that only look like locks."

I say loudly with as much syrupy-sweetness as I can. She gapes, but schools her features. "Have you been stalking me? I'd be flattered if it wasn't so pathetic." "Give me the purple prism and I won't fry your ass right now." "See what I mean, Rachel? She was violent at the academy too." "Cut the bullshit, Gwen." I clench my fists. "Give me my men back that you stole." "What is it with you and ghosts?" She rolls her eyes. "Maybe you should visit the Academy's counselor."

He's afraid Raven would hurt me. Since Fera is here with us, and Aunt Ana is busy with the pack house duties, Victor decided to skip the graduation ceremony. We head out on Jay's bike straight to the academy. He drives, slow and sexy, and the narrow road feels like an ice rink. The wind, cold, yet soft, brushes my skin, following us. My arms wrap around him, pulling his strong frame closer as I hug Jay tightly from behind. The wind catches the fabric of my dress, sending it dramatically around us like a cloud, a whisper of silk against the roar of the city.

Erbot smiled as he replied. The Glory Heart Academy was the best Academy for all the werewolves, the Alphas, and all the werewolves with special powers. They would be accepting the highest level of training there, they could also get glory and power and fame. In the academy, they could fight for the position of the Alpha king, the Moon Goddess, or the Goddess of War. Xavier was my lover who loved me so much that he had died for me, causing his disappearance, and had finally been found. I could see him again.

My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I hadn't had anything to eat since morning, and the sun was already high in the sky, glimmering brightly. “I thought you were meant to be at the academy?” Selene asked, sitting up. Riley sighed, putting a blackberry into her mouth. “I got tired, it's all boring and stuff.” She whined. I chuckled, “What’s an academy?” "It’s a werewolf school, created to train little werewolves on certain things about the pack, including how to fight,” Selene explained, serving the food. “But she's over nineteen, does she need the training?” I asked, filling my mouth with a dumpling.

I immediately traded the fruits for the cocoa. "Your mother and I were close when we attended the academy, Le Royal Academy for nobles, royals and knights. Well that was the old academy," Kylen began to explain, his eyes downcast and his gaze afar. "The new academy is called Elverton and it accommodates all," Shane picked up where his father left off. "Its a place where young supernaturals who can't control their abilities or those that are too different to attend human schools or colleges attend. You can also choose to attend with any special circumstances because as I said before Elverton accepts all," Shane spoke passionately about the school. So passionately, I swear he was trying to get

"Daughter of the alpha and the druid queen. Sister to the strongest baby wolf ever!" Axel puffed up at this praise, his tiny power flaring and making all the lights flicker. The drive to school was a family affair. Luna kept up a steady stream of chatter while creating magical butterflies to entertain her brother. Through their bond, Maya and Blaze shared their mixed emotions – pride, worry, love. The Academy's grounds were impressive – ancient stone buildings protected by both magical and physical security. Other supernatural children arrived with their families, many stopping to bow respectfully to the Iron Fangs' royal family.

"I'm not taking Marcus's things for nothing, Mommy. He always hugs me and rubs my face and takes pictures of me. That's kinda like payment!" Marcus couldn't suppress his laughter, while Julian merely rolled his eyes at his sister's logic. I sighed, knowing I'd need to have another talk with her later about not accepting such valuable gifts as entire dens. "We'll discuss this later," I told her, feeling the weight of yet another debt to Marcus Cross. Our car pulled up to a stately building with an ornate gate. The sign read "Northern Ridge Academy for Young Wolves" in elegant script. "We've arrived," Beta Thompson announced from the driver's seat. "Northern Ridge's finest young wolf academy.

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

Elowen’s POV – Twilight Whispers That evening, as the last vestiges of daylight faded into the soft embrace of twilight, the academy’s grounds transformed into a quiet sanctuary. I found myself wandering along a secluded stone path leading to a hidden courtyard, a place that had once been filled with echoes of our past conflicts and now promised a fragile new beginning. The gentle hum of evening stirred in the air—a murmur of crickets, the soft rustle of leaves—and all around, the academy seemed to exhale, releasing the weight of the day.