Snake Boots Academy の小説・ストーリー

I miss my combat boots, but I didn't have time to run home before meeting Andre and I was supposed to train with Pete afterward, so I just wore my sneakers. As if he were reading my mind Pete says, "We can order you a new pair of boots and have them delivered to the packhouse," he says while fumbling with his phone. I finish tying the laces of my sneakers and stand, "Alright, let's get this show on the road I guess." He laughs as he slides his phone in his back pocket and drapes his free arm around my shoulder, "It's going to be fine Willow. You will love Wolf Point. It's beautiful."

“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.”

The red-eyed vampire from before stepped forward slightly, his gaze locked onto her mark with something dangerously close to fascination. The golden-eyed wolf didn’t move, but his stare intensified. Virelle felt it like a physical weight “What is this place?” she pressed, her voice tightening despite her effort to stay composed. The man’s attention returned to her face. “You are in Blood Oath Academy,” he said, the words settled into the air like a verdict. “A place,” he continued, “where those chosen by blood are trained, controlled… and, if necessary, eliminated.” Virelle’s breath hitched. “I’m not supposed to be here,” she said immediately. “You said it yourself, I wasn’t meant to be summ

More whispers followed. "And..." I hesitated. "I'm happy to be here." That earned a few quiet laughs. Professor Rowan nodded. "Welcome to Nightshade Academy, Miss Carter." I returned to my seat, wishing the floor would swallow me whole. The lesson began almost immediately. The professor spoke about the First Alpha Wars, the creation of the Great Packs, and the sacred covenant between wolves and the Moon Goddess. Most of it sounded like another language. I struggled to keep up with the notes.

If they are sending assassins this close to the academy, we are not as safe as we thought. Sasha followed them through the gates. His footsteps were slow, heavy, but he did not stumble. The snow fell around them, soft and silent, covering the path behind them. The academy loomed ahead, dark and ancient, its windows glowing with warm light. Somewhere inside, Mira was waiting. Kai was waiting. Thorne was waiting. The baby kicked, once, twice, as if eager to meet them all.

With this vision in mind, she embarked on a groundbreaking endeavor—the creation of a werewolf academy. Eva, with the support of Damien and the pack council, began building the academy from the ground up. The academy, known as Luna's Reach, stood as a testament to their commitment to unity, growth, and protection. It was an awe-inspiring structure, nestled amidst the sprawling wilderness, towering with grandeur and purpose. Word of the werewolf academy quickly spread throughout the supernatural community, attracting werewolf enthusiasts from far and wide. Membership turnout surpassed all expectations, with aspiring werewolves eager to join the prestigious institution.

"I'm not taking Marcus's things for nothing, Mommy. He always hugs me and rubs my face and takes pictures of me. That's kinda like payment!" Marcus couldn't suppress his laughter, while Julian merely rolled his eyes at his sister's logic. I sighed, knowing I'd need to have another talk with her later about not accepting such valuable gifts as entire dens. "We'll discuss this later," I told her, feeling the weight of yet another debt to Marcus Cross. Our car pulled up to a stately building with an ornate gate. The sign read "Northern Ridge Academy for Young Wolves" in elegant script. "We've arrived," Beta Thompson announced from the driver's seat. "Northern Ridge's finest young wolf academy.

It made me wonder if the academy had foreseen this nightmare or thrown it together in hours after the kidnapping news broke. “Listen up!” The instructor boomed. I caught the name on his plaque, F. Vale. “The Council has dictated an immediate shift in curriculum due to circumstances that surfaced hours ago. The purpose of this is simple: learn to defend yourself. So you’re not a liability to your pack.” I inhaled sharply, palms clenching. “First thing. Pair up. Thirty laps around the field for warm-up.” Murmurs rippled through the group. My stomach twisted. I shot Theo a glance. Thirty laps around a field this massive? My face must have said it all.

Caleb I walk up the gravel path toward the main facility, boots crunching underfoot, jacket unzipped because I ran here without meaning to. Old habit. The building sits wide and solid against the treeline, steel and stone mixed with old pack symbols carved above the doors. Jake’s idea. Honor the past while preparing for whatever hell is coming next. A couple of trainers are already outside, running warmups with a group of young wolves. Some of them notice me and straighten like they’ve just spotted trouble.

He smiled at me, that innocent smile with the single dimple on his left cheek. The same smile he used when he wanted to get away with something. “Which school is left now?” I muttered. “Maybe Uncle Alex knows,” Zarek said, turning to him with raised brows. Alexander went still for a moment, then looked at me. “What about the Great Shifter Academy?” I stopped walking. Not again. The Great Shifter Academy was not just any school. It was designed for young wolves, training them in both normal education and advanced intellectual and supernatural disciplines.