Shiratorizawa Academy Novels & Stories

Even as she dragged the mat to hide her nakedness, she could perceive the anger emanating from their gaze. “You are wanted at the shrine of Amadioha.” One of them said. “But can I at least change…” Ejima wanted to say, but she yelled when they yanked her out of the bed. Despite her screams and protest, they dragged her out of the room, and one of them carried her on his shoulders as if she was a blade of dried grass.

Plus that president, who always spend time with Julliana, made him mad. Putting the Kendo mask on his head, he glared intently at Zitrey. “I will crush you!” Zitrey just stared at him and knowing Sora watching these. She doesn’t plan to fight back at all. She doesn’t care about points nor about the prize, she was only here attending this festival, mainly for knowing who is the nimble shadow. The only one who knows her real identity as Crimson Blade among these students. Since then, she always believes that the nimble shadow will be her key to finding ‘him’, but a massive wall was on her way again.

“We’re here to enroll in the Leicom Academy to train and become stronger cultivators!” replied Nori. “The Leicom Academy…?” asked Gerald, feeling confused. Following that, Nori and Zelig then began detailing the academy to Gerald. Essentially, the Leicom Academy was the largest academy for cultivators in the Leicom Continent. Once every decade, the academy would select talents from different continents to enroll there, and those who were chosen usually ended up becoming the most powerful of cultivators. The academy also had a system where the student with the most outstanding performance would be appointed as chief scholar. Needless to say, obtaining that title was a great honor within that

Jai chuckled, "Don't worry, it will disappear soon." "I hope so... I don't want to miss some of my trainings at school." "Oh yeah, you're attending the academy. Hori Academy, was it?" "No. I go to Gale Academy. Raka is the one from Hori." "Aah, okay. I hope you get dismissed for a few days to recover." "They do dismiss me. I just don't want to miss the lessons. Some are my favorites," the brunette smiled helplessly. Jai laughed. "Hey, Jai," Bara greeted from hisnseat behind him.

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."

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

Chapter Thirty-Three: Warrior Scholarship Try-Outs Kiara, at the age of twelve Kiara POV: I took deep breaths as I waited in the tent for the contestants. It was the day of the trials for the warrior scholarship, and to say I was pooping bricks was an understatement: I was terrified. I wanted nothing more than to do good in this and be one of the thirteen students. The competition was tough; out of the thirteen seats, only two were given to she-wolves, and the rest were males. Rex, JJ and four more boys had already been awarded the scholarship; therefore, the rest of the spots were determined on your results of the trials. I was a fact and numbers person, but I wasn't sure about fighting.

R.I.S.E Academy, Rise in Sakiyurai Estate... This Academy conserves people who receive the education sponsored by the Sakiyurai's. In another word, It's a total debiting school. Those who won't join a gang to pursue their careers will need to pay their debts while others need to serve their gangs to death. Either one or two. Choose! Mostly, whoever can't pay their debts will force themselves to join a gang. And her brother, Kai also happens to be one of them...

“They went to Wani Academy at the same time, when he was an exchange student.” Aki’s and Temujin’s mouths hung open. × “You would be right to expect the giftschrank, the restricted section of a Slayer school library, to be well-protected. In the case of Wani Academy’s, a grid-like blanket of threads crisscrossed the floor and was attached to small bells. The slightest movement from an intruder would cause the threads to quiver and the bells to ring, calling the attention of a Slayer night watchman.