Skylanders Academy Cy の小説・ストーリー

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?”

The most important part was going to be teaching Katrina how to control her other demonic powers, powers that I had a feeling would begin to surface now that she had mated with Luka. "Hermes," I call out, summoning my father's messenger once I reach his office, "I have a message for you to relay to Zeus. Inform him that Katrina will meet with the council per Jehovah's code in one month. Advise him that if midterms finals interfere with the council meeting, we will have to reschedule. It was made into law that academic courses at the academy come before all else." I state, not bothering with pleasantries. I was the heir to the Sky Kingdom; it was high time I started acting as such.

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.