Skylanders Academy Cy Novels & Stories

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

SKYLA. Midnight Academy. Home to the annoying hormone-ridden spawns of the supernatural. One of the four schools founded by my own father, a place meant to make us fit in, to feel at home, to be ourselves. Only that depends on what is considered the norm for the supernatural. I’m one-of-a-kind, or two if you add my father. No one knows exactly what I am, but they fear me. I can see it in their eyes, smell it reeking off them.

Drake said, looking at Ryder. “Me and who else?” Ryder asked with a sigh. “You, Carrillo, Sanchez and Kenner.” Drake told him. Ryder thought for a moment. “I remember them from Alpha Academy. We were the four in our class. Me in the number one spot, Sanchez in second, Carrillo in third and Kenner in fourth.” Ryder informed them. “So, I guess that makes sense that the four of us would be considered.” “Question?” Caleb asked. Ryder motioned for his brother to continue. “what?”

I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. Get UP. If I give up now and remain on the ground, I will be tortured and killed. I drag my weak, shaky frame up. At the entrance to a long, tree-lined driveway, gold lettering shines in the moonlight. Shadowmire Academy Excellence in Leadership Since 1874 Welcoming the Next Generation of Pack Leaders My heart stutters. An academy?

Celeste and Remy had left for Storm Academy hours ago—their power no longer pressing against the room like a storm front. Alice Skye lounged on the chaise, legs crossed, platinum hair catching the faint light. Her phone screen glowed with the latest Fang stats: #NicoExposed holding steady at 9.1 million views, #QueensOfChaos still climbing. She scrolled slowly—smiling. “They’re rattled,” she said. “Celeste’s little show bought them time, but she’s gone now. No Daywalker shadow over the Board. No coyote grinning in the corner. Just us.”

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

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?"

“Good morning, Alphas. My name is Saber. I’m the leader of the Gamma Team or as we like to call ourselves, the C-Squad.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I say shaking her hand. Cyra does as well. “You’re both at the Academy, correct?” she asks. “That’s correct.” “I assume now that the two of you have taken over this and the next pack that you won’t be continuing after this year?” she asks. I look at Cyra, who smiles. “I won’t be, but Yorick is still very interested in a place on one of the elite squads.” Saber turns her attention back to me. “Is that so?”

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

A howl rose, distant and mournful. Ashwyck Academy didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a test. And monsters or not... I wasn’t planning on failing.