Novel & Cerita Seton Academy

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?"

Everett begins, then turns and gestures to Kaylani who steps forward. “Now that we’re a bit more settled and have built out the main house, Everett and I have decided to open a school, a boarding school for supernaturals to learn about themselves and their differences from other supernaturals. There is a lot that we still have to learn and study about the hybridization that the scientists did to all of you, but there are things that are important to learn about now. Those things will not just be about how to live independently, but we’ll also be teaching you how to use your element, teaching the dragons how to shift from dragon to human and back again, the same for those of you with multiple

I didn't mean to sound ungrateful, but I am a brutally honest person. “Reina, your mother just doesn't want this to be your life. It's been two years and Sienna is now back in new York and thriving. You also need to get back in school. You just keep your head down, study hard and don’t give them a reason to sniff around.” “I know.... Reina Moore it is I guess.” I pushed my hoodie up over my head anyway. Gravemont Academy looked like a fucking castle. It had towering spires, windows glittering with morning sun. Kids in crisp uniforms walking across the courtyard like swans. The place looked like it had been built to outlast every storm.

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.