Snake Boots Academy の小説・ストーリー

"So where is this rehab?" "It's called Supernatural Academy. It's in Scotland, in the Highlands. Remote, protected, one of the oldest institutions for our kind." I was already pulling out my phone, bringing up the information I'd reviewed years ago when considering sending pack members there for specialized training. "They have programs specifically for memory recovery and trauma counseling. The best in the world." Aurora stepped closer, looking at the screen over my shoulder. "How long would I be there?"

"Aren't they the same as Vincent?" He paused to think for a few moments. "They're different ... If the two Stratovskys were snakes, then Vincent would be a wild rabbit," he muttered with a cold laugh. Wild rabbit... I'm not sure that's the right way to describe my uncle. However, he managed to kill Igor Stratovsky very easily. But maybe Balthazar has a point too. Dimitri and Viktor managed to take the Basilisk Pack, which is one of the largest Packs, with great ease and then led it for several dozen years.

He reckoned that his uncle would not give him the answer he wanted and proceeded to get into the bath. "Wow. It's huge". A blue haired boy was staring at the institution he was to spend the next ten years in. The size of the gate alone greater than any other he had seen. Uncle Jake smiled at the boy's wonder. He appreciated moments like these. Since it was these moments that made him realise that Mane was just a six year old. Sometimes he forgot that he boy was so young. The questions Mane was fond of asking and the opinions he held were a little too mature for his age. Uncle Jake had always attributed it to his mother's intelligence. He smiled as he grabbed a small bag from the carriage the

He deserves to be happy and have a crush. “Well, my Luna and I are looking for something that aids our pack. Healers are desperately needed, but most of our pack tends to go into warrior training once they graduate from school. Those that don’t, well, they go south for further schooling. A healer college of some kind is exactly what we’re looking for.” I tear my gaze away from Ben and Juniper and glance between Maddox and Alpha Abraham, who are now deep in conversation about Abraham’s plans for the college he wants. Maddox seems keen on the idea, mentioning something about the importance of strengthening the packs from within as much as possible.

"I am not going anywhere with you. We don't know you and we have been doing fine on our own for years." "I know you have Emmersyn. We have been watching you for a few years now and you have shown us just how strong you are." I jerked my head up at him. "My name is Ajax and I am from Manix University, a school for the supernatural. Your grandfather is the headmaster and would like to meet you." "My what?" My mouth fell open. My brain felt like he had just spoken gibberish. "Now I know you are lying. I have no family so quit stalking me, creep.”

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

Her eyes welled up as she pleaded with me. Nate stiffened as she mentioned the academy, likely because what she said was true. The academy was specifically for werewolves, it didn’t specialise in any other form of supernatural being. Aside from that, he’s probably considering how Maddie managed to carry on this charade without being caught. However, late bloomers weren’t unheard of. It’s reasonable to believe Maddie’s wolf just hadn’t come forward yet. But her scent… why did no one ever pick up on that?

I wanted to give her everything when we finally met, to cherish and protect her with all that I possessed. "I'll probably look for another catch. Willa would been a better choice except that Darson was already fooling with her.” Well, there were plenty of options. I sent out the names. Ten students to Shifters Academy in Raven Port, near the southern borderlands. The best institution for those still learning to embrace their wolves, especially those who hadn't yet shifted. Twenty students to Bright Leaders in Westonich. This was for those aspiring to be leaders such as alphas, pack elders, betas—anyone with a desire to lead.

The space was filled with the rich, earthy scent of old books and polished wood, creating an inviting ambiance as I prepared to tackle the next steps of my journey. Sitting at the worn oak desk, I opened the application for recognition as a pack and for admission to Cripple Creek University to pursue my Alpha Education. The screen illuminated my face, displaying a series of questions that felt both daunting and exhilarating. When I reached the section asking for the pack name, I typed in "Blood Moon Eclipse" with a sense of pride swelling in my chest. But my amusement quickly turned to laughter when the screen flashed back “Not a Recognised Pack.”

" At around 23:45 you'd begin to feel changes, slight pain a bit of fever, discomfort, it will get worse, the closer it gets to midnight and just after midnight you will feel your bones break one by one, the pain will be the worst you've experienced in life but it's only that way for the first few shifts, the more you shift, the easier it becomes, the quicker you shift and the less pain you'd feel, I'd also advise you to get familiar with the territory and find hiding spots to put your clothes because when you shift you rip your clothes and when you shift back you're naked, so we normally strip first hide our clothes then shift and go back to that spot to shift back and retrieve our clothes