Scribbles Academy Novels & Stories

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

"It was until Mr. Bergins joined our Academy. Now it's past the cemetery." I frown, pulling out my map. Is she trying to trick me? "There's nothing there." "Brene, I'm not pranking you." "This says you are." I wave the paper at her. "Turn it over." I do so and find a blank page. "Nothing on this side." "No, like this." She traces her finger along the path we are on, then flips the paper over again. This time, a glowing line shows another set of buildings. "What the hell?"

she says the words felt like they are meant to Justin, he growled, at me, and I tried to ignore him, he better stay away from me. She kept on talking, shifting to submissives, and dominant again, going over the main academies, it's Dom&Little Academy, and the Submissive Academy, the most two famous ones in our district. When she was done, we were finally allowed to leave, her eyes kept on following me, she even licked her lips looking at me, I wasn't a meal, I made sure to walk quickly to get away from her.

Before I could start to cry, Gabe ran out, all legs and arms and thick curly hair, and helped me up. "You'll be okay," he'd said, brushing off my knees. "Shake it off." "The academy is a place for them to learn about the supernatural, train, and gain strength. They've been learning - though they didn't know it at first - how to help, hunt, and kill supernatural creatures of all kinds in case any of them came after my boys or, more specifically, you." I lifted my glass to take a drink and stiffened. "Why would anything else be after me?"

The machine was learning the art of the welcome. By late afternoon, the first section of the "Sgraffito" was complete. Sophia stood before it, her lantern casting long, flickering shadows over the etched history. She saw the story of the "Grit-Exchange" rendered in a series of flowing, horizontal lines that mimicked the irrigation pipes. She saw the "Paper-and-Pear" shift depicted as a cluster of leaves and fruit surrounding a stylized pulping vat. "It’s a tapestry made of mud," Sophia whispered.

My direct query completely leaves the assembled pack crowd exchanging wildly bewildered glances. “Rapha, what could your mouth possibly mean by that?” “Master Scott totally presides over the Supreme Painters and Calligraphers Alliance, with huge award-winning works recognized both nationally and across the borders. Amara’s incredibly eloquent commentary just totally dazzled every single alpha present in this room. How absolutely dare your unranked tongue suggest their brilliant minds lack understanding of true oil painting?”

Silence settled heavy over the courtyard, several council members exchanging uneasy, calculating glances. "That is a generous offer," the skeptical council member from earlier said slowly, clearly tempted by the prospect of restored funding. "It is a bribe," Oren said flatly, "dressed carefully in the language of diplomacy." "It is a resolution," Cassia countered smoothly, "that allows this academy to continue functioning without further disruption, while allowing House Corvane to distance itself from an embarrassing and costly mistake." The Headmaster's expression remained carefully unreadable as he weighed the offer, and Sera felt her heart sink, understanding with sudden clarity exactly h

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?."

Takuto Kimura lay on his nap mat, his little chubby arms sprawled out as he carefully studied his crayon work. His gaze was focused, his furrowed brow the picture of concentration. On the inside of his arm, in vivid red and yellow crayon, he had written: "Feasibility Report on the Monopoly of Sandbox Production Materials." This was not some simple toddler scribble—it was the blueprint for the next big thing. Or, at least, his next big thing. Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting striped shadows across his round face, making him look like a zebra plotting something very, very suspicious.

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.