Rwby Academy Novels & Stories

Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

After finishing her meal, Leanor dismissed Alice and Raina, and walked out of the hall. She stopped at the Academy back gate, enveloped by towering trees and vibrant shrubs. Sighing, she settled on the grass, absentmindedly picking up stones and hurling them into the bush. Her mind wandered back to her days in middle school and then back at Gifted Academy. Gifted Academy, a world- famed institution for werewolves. The hostel is a sturdy, stone building located within the school grounds, surrounded by dense forests. The entrance features a large, iron gate with moon-shaped engravings.

Binta asked. "No, in fact, I can destroy her all by myself. But all the jinnis will come to battle. And she holds something very dear to us. Rayuwa had been their blood farm for over 500 years; they will not give it up easily." I explained, and she seemed to understand. "Hope you won't die. I cannot mourn you twice. My heart won't take it." She pleaded, and I nodded in response. BINTA After a while, the Sarki and Sarauniya called Adam and me to their private lounge for a meeting. I watched my mother's smile fade. There was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. I knew she would eventually.

They shared knowing glances at each other before walking into the building. "What is this place?" Nicodemus asked while he took proper view of the interior. He could pick multiple scents of Wolves and Witches,he was also certain there are Vampires in this large building. They took him to to another large room filled with couches. "This place is an Academy. The Dark Arts Academy for Witches,Vampires and Werewolves." Sabrina answered while they all sat comfortably on different couches. "Dark Arts Academy...." He muttered to himself. In a way,the name seemed to captivate him. "Why are there no rooms for Hybrids?."

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

Jump says, her eyes going wide. "This is big," Hothead says, dropping his luggage. Even I must admit, Yellow Sun Academy is unlike anything I have ever seen. Yellow Sun Academy looks like a giant, shining, white castle. It looks bigger than our hometown. There are dozens of towers, shining as well. They're hidden behind a large stone wall, with the only entrance being a tall iron gate, and painted right on the iron gate is a yellow sun. The stone path we're on leads us through a beautiful courtyard with lush green grass and big red bushes. On the sides of the path are statues of who I can only guess are past fighters of the Yellow Sun Academy and even they are shining.

•• Seleste’s POV ••• The iron gates of the Alpha Academy, the famous Ravenwood Academy loomed ahead, towering over me like steel sentinels. Everyone around me looked at me. Everyone was curious about who I was, but they all knew that a new student would be enrolled here today. It seemed to me that they were already expecting me.

It hurt to think about them, but right now, it felt good to breathe. The drive took hours, winding through forests and hills until we reached the academy gates. Lunar Royal Academy loomed ahead, it was all grand stone buildings and perfect lawns. It screamed "royalty" and "werewolves only," the kind of place where packs sent their elite kids. My stomach flipped. Could I pull this off? The driver dropped me off at the admin building. "Good luck, miss," he said before driving away. I took a deep breath and walked in. The lady at the desk looked up, with sharp eyes. "Name?"

The very image of freedom. Maybe I should just steal it and run. The thought makes me smile lazily. They’d never catch me. Aiden’s bike could outrun the entire campus. The only problem? I have no idea how to ride it. Still… it’s a tempting fantasy. With the scent of pine around me and the branches swaying gently in the wind, I let myself drift. The sounds of the Academy fall away, replaced by the distant rustle of leaves and the steady beat of my own heart.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."