Seton Academy Novels & Stories

Even Ethan sat up straighter. The academy was... impossible. That was the only word for it. It rose from the earth like it had been grown rather than built, all spiraling towers and organic curves. The main structure seemed to be carved from a single massive piece of black stone that gleamed red in the setting sun. Hence the name, I supposed. Windows glowed with warm light, and I could see figures moving within—students, maybe, or faculty. The grounds stretched for what seemed like miles, encompassing forests, lakes, and what appeared to be several smaller buildings connected by covered walkways.

I stared at the massive building in front of me. The old architecture sprang an eerie, imposing feeling. Ten tall towers adorned the perimeters of the school’s main building. Three-storey high, SilverMoon Academy sat on a large piece of land surrounded by an enormous garden that’s better suited for a palace instead of a school. Located in the outskirts of the SilverMoon Pack, the school was founded by Alpha Malrec SilverMoon at the beginning of the 14th century to provide education for the wolves that later served in his court. They had the harshest and most closed-off entrance rates in the country. To this day, SilverMoon Academy or SMA, accepts only one percent of the intelligent and rich

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Kings and Queens, Princes and Princesses, welcome to Heather Academy. I'm Atacia Montreal, Queen of the Academy. We, the Alpha team, are here to guide you. If you would please follow me, we will go to the gymnasium. " I said then bowed again. I just motioned for my other companions to step aside from the royalties before I turned around and started walking into the gymnasium. When I opened the door, all the students fell silent. I went in and opened the door wide. Royalties came in. All the students stood up before bowing at the same time. Inside the gymnasium they have him-his chair/throne. I was assigned to take care of the Phoenix Kingdom, so I hurri

We have; House Artemis and House Apollo which boards the Year Ones, then House Persephone and House Hades for the Year Twos, and finally, House Hera and House Zeus for the Year Threes, aka the seniors, aka us that are ready to hightail out of this shithole, fancy ass, elitist boarding school. Around the whole campus is a ring of thick forest, beyond which are the high gates that keeps us safely trapped, like an expensive cage. When mom had driven me to the school as a Year One student, I had been fascinated and excited to finally grace the halls of Acadia Academy. A week later however, I wanted to burn it down. It was Bibah who wrestled the matches out of my hands, figuratively and literally

Sofia The gates of Crescent Dominion Academy gleamed under the morning sun—wrought iron woven into traditional symbols of excellence, legacy, and wealth. To the human world, it was one of the top elite private academies in Moonveil, known for its rigorous academics, old-money students, and ivy-covered prestige. I had walked through these gates a hundred times before, but this time was different. This time, I wasn't walking in alone. Theo held my hand, fingers laced tightly with mine, as if he were daring anyone to challenge us. Maybe he was. We'd barely made it two steps into the quad before heads turned and whispers rippled like wind through dry leaves.

She left for the kitchen. In the brief moment of stillness, James could hear the sounds of Karen grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and pouring coffee. Blakeney cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here.” “Yes, sir, I am.” “Thank you,” Blakeney said to Karen, taking the offered cup of coffee. “I’m the director for a preparatory academy called Mount Olympus. It’s located just outside of Washington D.C. in Alexandria, Virginia. The academy has been around for a long time and is steeped in tradition and academic excellence. One of the benefits of my job is being able to talk to prospective students. Now, normally this would take place in my office, as most students are ap

SAINT CLAIR ACADEMY STUDENT REPORTED MISSING: Saint Clair Academy was one of the prestigious schools in the country. Every year, the academy accepts fifty brilliant scholars. Aside from the tuition-less enrollment and quality education, the scholars would receive monthly allowances and free lunch meals. One of these scholars was Helena Woodrow.

She then drove to Grace International Preschool, where she had an appointment with one of the teachers. She was wearing shades and a mask. Upon seeing Caroline, Alice Young greeted her enthusiastically, asking, "Hello, are you Ms. Shenton?" Caroline nodded. "Yes, that's me. Thank you for showing me around." Smiling, Alice said, "Don't mention it. Let me take you on a tour around the academy and explain our culture and syllabus in detail..." The tour lasted for half an hour, and Caroline was very pleased with the academy. The environment was excellent, with ample teaching staff, and they provided the children two wholesome meals and two snack breaks.

The name sounds familiar, but as usual, I can’t recall why. He turns around, leans with his back against the sink counter and crosses his arms. “It’s like a supernatural boarding school. The founder wanted a safe space for kids of Alphas and heirs, and came up with the Academy. It’s hidden in Europe, but Nereo will be safe while learning about his heritage and being trained.” My eyes widen at the thought of sending Nereo away for months on end, but knowing he’ll be safe and trained outweighs everything else. “I’ll think about it and see if Nereo is ready,” I say, not wanting to commit to anything just yet.

He had spent the whole night on the floor, keeping watch. "You're awake," he said softly, standing up. "We have to move fast, Zara. Lisa already went back to your dorm to get you a clean uniform. You need to change before the rest of the campus stirs." "Why the rush?" I asked, swinging my legs off the bed. Adrian’s jaw tightened. "The High Council issued an order at dawn. Every single student at the academy has to gather at the Grand Arena this morning. It’s the annual Exhibition Day."