Snake Boots Academy Novels & Stories

Fuck. I'm late. Again. The curse is barely out of my mouth before I’m sprinting through the dark, deserted hallways of the academy, legs pumping as I race across campus. My short black skirt rides up with every stride, teasing the cold air against my thighs. The strap of my bag digs into my shoulder, the heavy contents bouncing wildly with every jarring step. My chest heaves. My pulse roars in my ears.

“Not interested.” Ash smirked like I had just challenged him. “We will see about that.” I left the hall before Cruz could show up. I did not want both of them circling me before the day had even begun. Classes at Ravenlake were nothing like normal schools. There were no lessons about history or math. Everything was designed to sharpen instincts and strengthen the wolf. Physical drills, tactical sparring, endurance runs through the thick forest surrounding the academy. By midday, my muscles burned and sweat clung to my skin.

The moment my bath is finished, my tongue tells them a few old lore stories about the Great Moon to put their little spirits to sleep. The next morning, after our teeth chew through our breakfast meat, my boots prepare to head out for the LEO ice-hockey design offices. Samuel marches straight to the front door and blocks my path. “Mommy, can my boots follow your trail to the workplace today?” “Huh?” I freeze, my hands stopping right in the middle of tying my leather winter boots. “There are zero classes at the academy on the weekend, little cub. Aren't your paws supposed to stay home and rest with grandma?”

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?"

Although, somewhere at the back on my mind I knew my reason for feeling strange was untrue. After a while I drained the water in the tub and dried myself off. I then got dressed into a pair of black shorts and a red sweatshirt I had stolen from my brother for my top secret “extracurricular activities”. Thereafter, I got to work on a few books on the history of vampire hunters, vampire and vampire hunter law and some English. My mother had me studying through my nose so I could be admitted to Venandi Academy, one of the most prestigious vampire hunter academies of the world, located in Transylvania.

“I got a scholarship to the werewolf anatomy academy. If that helps.” “That is wonderful, but it isn’t safe for you to go there, it is too close to their pack.” “Alpha Cameron is right. We have our own werewolf anatomy school near our pack. It actually belongs to our pack and our neighboring pack.” Kody tells her. “Our pack has some pull, we can get you in there when you’re ready.” “That’s fine I don’t care where I go to school as long as I can go.”

To any wolf's nose, I would register as a bland, unremarkable male. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Marla nodded approvingly. "You make a convincing young man. Where will you go now?" "Alpha Academy," I replied, tucking my remaining cash into my pocket. "To register for the ice hockey tournament." "Bold," she remarked. "Or foolish." "Both, probably." I managed a thin smile. "Thank you for your help." Two hours later, I stood before the imposing gates of Alpha Academy, the premier training ground for male wolves across three territories. No one would think to look for Antalya Andrews here, in this bastion of masculine pride and power.

Her cheeks turn bright, burning red because a tiny five-winter-old pup just called her an old hag in front of the whole market. She has zero intention of letting my boots move down the aisle now, especially since my son's tongue just took a massive bite out of her pride. "We are sorting out this white leather shoe business right this second," Ayomide barks, crossing her arms over her chest and puffing her body up like a grand Alpha Queen. "These tracking shoes are a rare, limited-run print from the master seamstress Ada. Since your clumsy boot stepped flat on the toe and ruined the white skin, your paws aren't leaving this market border until you pay my basket back!"

She left me alone in the silence, the ghost of Ethan's kiss still burning on my lips. I dressed in my school uniform—a pleated skirt and a crisp white blouse that felt far too tight against my skin, as if my body was still humming from the memory of Ethan. I pulled my long hair back, trying to hide the slight swelling on my cheek where my mother had struck me, and headed out toward the academy. The Silver Moon Academy sat on a hill overlooking the pack lands, a sprawling complex of ancient stone buildings and modern glass wings. It was the premier institution for young wolves to learn control, history, and the complexities of their secondary genders.

The orientation was no doubt more chaotic than expected. The academy was packed with more than 100 wolves. I didn't know so many packs existed, but the academy was the only alpha academy in the world. Future alphas from all lands and continents came here. The usual awaited royalty hadn't arrived yet, and every boy on the field murmured guesses about how each man would be. "How would Donovan Silverclaw be?" one boy asked. "I hear he once killed three assassins who came to kill him."