Seton Academy Novels & Stories

Someone who'd sacrifice himself for her son. And I knew exactly how to make that happen. I pulled out my phone. Called my assistant. "Is everything in place?" "Yes, sir. The men are ready. They'll hit St. Augustine Academy at two PM. During lunch. Maximum students in the courtyard." St. Augustine Academy. The most prestigious private school in the city. Where senators sent their children. Where CEOs paid six figures a year for security and safety. Where everyone would assume their children were untouchable. Perfect target.

"And what did you tell them?" "That Ember Academy does not expel students for surviving an unjust world," the Headmaster said, some of his old steel returning to his voice. "But I will not lie to you, Sera. That answer will not satisfy every family on this ridge. You have made yourself the center of a conflict far larger than any single student should have to carry, and I fear it is only beginning."

He smiled at me, leaning forward in his seat, his brown eyes looking warm, before answering me, "Neutral Academy was founded to promote interracial relations. Just like the Neutral Ground and The Mixed Community, Neutral Academy aimed to promote peace. It was because of this the school didn't add combat training to its curriculum. Though we didn't teach combat, we chose instead to select six students, two from each species, each year to train secretly in order to protect the school if the need arises. Although, before we do this, we take permission from their parents first. Some refuse to allow their kids to train, Mr. Dakon's parents for instance." "Why would Alix's parents reject training

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

Jenny scoffed. "Yes"Cindy replied and started thinking of the next plan on Pinky. Meanwhile, pinky didn't know what was going on, she just finished reading the letter from Seth. "Am missing you already Seth and I can't wait to see you again my heart code"she type the message and sent it to Seth. After sending it, she settle down in the couch and started sipping her drinks slowly.. * * * * * "Everyone stand up and go to your classes,I need to search your school bags and lunchbox"The principal announced with a very harsh voice.

Mum says, her voice quiet but firm, “remember it wasn’t Frederick Sterling who earned it, but you, my stubborn, impossible daughter.” Her words hit me hard, and I nod, because I can’t trust my voice. I step into the hallway, my heart pounding as I head toward the lobby. In three hours, I’ll be at Crescent Moon Academy, the most elite supernatural boarding school in North America, home to the undefeated hockey team that’s never let a girl play in its hundred-year history. “I’m trying out as a boy,” I mutter to myself, testing the words, and they feel heavy, like a promise I’m not sure I can keep.

“You don’t want Charity to know about the order, and yet you’re going to take her to the heart of it?” “No,” Camilla scolds, her voice cold and annoyed. “We want to take her to the Academy, an international boarding school from which the Order recruits from.” “I’ve heard of the Academy,” Damon nods, easing some of the tension in the air. “It’s prestigious as hell, and damn near impossible to get into. Especially for an American pack member. It’s almost unheard of.”

Mal Sentro Siyudad Academy was a well-known school that consistently produced excellent students. A school that produces competitive and genius students, but they also produce monsters. “I heard SSA won the science fair again.” A student from another school said. “Well, it is expected though, they always come out on in every competition.” The other student answered. “They already receive a lot of budget from the ministry, and they’re still sweeping this kind of competition.” I sat still and focus myself on my homework. I chose to be alone in this shop to avoid any noise. However, hearing those two students blabber dampens my mood. I just want a quiet place to work on my assignment.

“So what’s it going to be? Can you treat this like an everyday situation… or do I need to relocate these students?” Lord Harlan Welch opened his mouth—then closed it. Lady Amara Voss’s nails dug into the table. Dr. Reyes spoke first—voice steady. “Principal Morau, with respect… Storm Academy is not accredited under the Accords. Relocation would—” “Would be legal,” Celeste finished. “Section 14.9 allows exceptional students to transfer to alternative integration facilities if the primary institution cannot guarantee their safety or well-being. I’ve already reviewed the footage. No coercion. No violence. No disruption beyond social discomfort. The only threat here is political.”

“It’s the least obvious approach from the outside. If he sends people here, they won’t come through the main entrance. They’ll use the western woods and split into smaller groups before reaching the academy.” Silas leaned forward slightly. “How many?” “If he wants Angela badly enough, more than enough.” I shrugged my shoulders once. Xavier’s expression hardened. I understood that look. I didn’t blame him. “My father doesn’t believe in half measures,” I added. “If he decides the academy is protecting her, he’ll treat the entire academy as an enemy.”