Skylanders Academy Cy Novels & Stories

I turn around after pushing the button. Looking out the window, I see whole sections of the academy's outer courtyard opening and tall white towers coming from the ground. A spark starts at one tower before jumping to the next and then to the next. In only a few seconds, thousands of sparks jump from tower to tower, circling the academy. A few seconds later, beams of light shoot up from the towers and meet in the sky. They all collide before quickly falling back down and covering the whole academy. "The shield is up," I say. "Yellow Sun Academy is safe."

I push aside the seductive image of that woman in the painting I saw or any visions of Jacques biting me in odd places like my inner thigh and continue up the road. When the Academy's school bell rings to announce the start of another period, I let out a joyful sob. I'm almost there. I force one foot in front of the other, but it's half an hour before I reach the Academy's graveyard. The granite angel stands in the center and is the key to the leyline. Finally, I'm going to get Ben and Kiarr back. I stumble forward. My breathing is ragged, but I can't stop. Not when I'm so damn close.

Maganda rin ang pagkaka-disenyo. Kita ko ang kakaibang anyo ng mga estudyante. ‘Yung iba’y may kaliskis na parang isda, mayroong estudyanteng iba ang kulay, 'yung iba'y may ibang parte sa katawan, pero mukhang hindi sila binu-bully. The school must’ve maintained a friendly environment. Kung pumasok rin kaya ako sa Academy na ‘yan, tatanggapin rin ba ako ng ibang tao?

Getting filthy, outrageously rich. --- Mythos Academy is stupidly huge. Tens of thousands of rich, superpowered, emotionally unstable teenagers crammed into one campus. Most people see a prestigious, globally ranked powerhouse. I just see an absolutely massive, untapped goldmine. With that much raging teenage chaos in one place, the Academy's internal forum is a warzone, strictly divided into nine Alignment Factions. Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine.

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

Wolves across the room roared with excitement as the arena morphed into a warzone of pillars, weights, enchanted pendulums, and targets. Only two academies remained standing: Blackwood Academy and Westly Academy ... known for producing wolves with terrifying physical strength. Scarlet stepped back, knowing this round belonged to the heavy hitters. Grey cracked his knuckles with a grin that promised violence. Ronan simply rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his uniform like coiled steel. The Westly Academy sent out their strongest wolves ... tall, brutal-looking males with veins glowing faintly from enchantments. Then someone shouted, “START!” It was chaos.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.