Smythe Academy K 6 Novels & Stories

days left before entering the school and Luck had not made a decision yet. Luck, on the other hand, was investigating the death of his parents and the fact that why speaking, languages ​​was very easy for him and everything that has to do with academics and sports seemed trivial to him. While Luck was locked in his room many things crossed his mind, and a letter from a private school called his attention to "HAVENSTOWN preparatory school," for Luck that name was strange to what he decided to search the internet for about that school. . "The intention of the grandparents for Luck to make the decision was that there were only 5 days left for entering the school and Luck had not made a decisio

Great, not only was I going to be attending my first class at Divine academy, but I would be doing so with the one mate who can’t seem to stand me. “It’ll be okay,” Miles said, standing up from the seat beside me. “Samael isn’t used to affection. He grew up in the underworld.” I rolled my eyes, “He sure seemed sweet, to begin with.” “We are all affected by you in our own way,” Miles responded, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss. “Oh, and I’ll see you later in sparring.” He said, waggling his eyebrows at me as he walked out of the cafeteria towards his first class of the day.

she warned. "Why should I be prepared for something as terrible as that?" I muttered, folding my hands in front of me. I thought we were here to be shielded from the outside world. "In the previous sessions, we lost a lot of students. Even before that, we lost many. So, it's been that way every session, Kelani. This is Mystic Academy, a school to fight monsters and endanger ourselves in the process. No one cares about us, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't care about ourselves."

she said. "I know," I said. "And Marcus," she said. "I know," I said. She was quiet. "Tell me what you're actually thinking," she said. I thought about how to say it. "There's a school," I said. "In Center City. The Carver Academy." I paused. "Small. Sixty students total across six years. Exceptional academic program. Strong arts integration." I paused. "The kind of environment that attracts children who think unconventionally." I paused. "The kind of environment where a five year old building local geological models and developing notation systems for emotional significance would be challenged rather than exceptional." I paused. "Where his specific quality would be the standard rather than

Me, I didn't know what I am or what I want to be, there's all kind of dragons, fire, water, ice, smoke, grass. Now was the time I would be sent to school, not the regular school I just go to and come back home, this the Dragon Academy, the one where I'll hopefully meet my mate who'll teach me how to shift, so I can kick my older brothers bum-bum. "Enough with the pout Kaiden, you'll love school. It's where me and dad met" mom says, the first words were said with firmness but then the last ones were said with a smirk, making dad blush, great she made dad blush now.

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?

When a harmless prank spirals out of control and infuriates her parents more than she ever thought possible, Eva Carmichael must adjust to her new life in the elite Syndicate Academy, while also going toe-to-toe with the principal who hates her. — The Syndicate or Swiss Academy, to the outside world is an elite school for the children of the rich. But inside, it's an Academy intent to straighten (discipline) the spoilt, hot-headed heirs of the leading Mafia families in the world.

A trace of unease flashed in her eyes as she finally realized who the other party was. "Eithan from Section B?" Their school, Holy Child Academy, was composed of both the four-year junior high and two-year senior high. Every grade or level had at least four hundred students divided into groups of thirty. The management could not be bothered to come up with decent names so every section was styled after the alphabet.