Snake Boots Academy Novels & Stories

“Only my father is at fault here. Not my pack.” “You lie! Your pack owes you protection. Seeing how your father maltreated you over the years, they should have stood by you. Here in my pack, we have a school of training for weak wolves to help them regain wolf strength.” “Is that so?” “Of course!” ‘How soon can I apply for admission?” “Now you are asking for two favours! My pack academy is not open to outsiders.” “I guess I’m asking for a lot then.” “Depends on what you can do for me.” Reon winked at me in playful delight.

"Plated snakes are as the name states, snakes with sleek black keratin plates on their backs that act as armor and sandpaper like bellies that they rub against you when constricting you-- wearing away your skin and causing deep painful cuts and scrapes." Prof. Raizen exhaled and nodded along, "Well done, Samuel. Now, its time for physical training so everyone pack your bags and get to the grounds. I will not tolerate anyone being tardy." ***** The training grounds were located on the far right of the academy on a wooden platform in the middle of a field, whats on the platform always gave Claude a jolt of excitement that caused goosebumps to ripple into existence along his arms.

So, when fall came I gave them a giant kiss told them that I would be back for the summer, and left to go look for my Royals. I was on my last year of school and I have made very little progress in finding someone to help. The academy that I was enrolled in did have a large population of witches, a couple of vampires kids and teachers, shifters. I had met several different forms. My bestie is a shifter but of the black panther sort. She has taken me back several times over the years to her families house. Her pride as she called it was rather huge and while the majority of them were black panthers, she explained that they had a few foxes, snow leopards, Tigers, Lions and even bragged at one

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?

When Gryphon told us what they were doing, we couldn't let it just happen We knew we had to do something. "You have no idea how much I appreciate it," I added, "I would like it if we all could be allies. I think we could all help each other." They all agreed and this little guy, my height but very muscular, walked up to us. He smiled, "Luna Abby, I am Sid, Leader of the were-snakes. We have been guarding the palace here, as well as your packs in Missouri and Arkansas." I asked, "Are they all, okay?" He smiled, "They are doing great. Your warriors were taught well. They also know how to fight alongside other species very well."

“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.” I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have. But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed. It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.

Snow melted beneath my boots as I crossed the academy courtyard, hiding my head in the hoodie of my sweatshirt hoping that no one would notice me. No one moved out of my way as I ducked and weaved in between the crowd of happy, screaming academy elites. They never did. No one ever paid me any mind or attention unless I was the butt end of some joke. The academy banner hangs above the courtyard, snapping violently in the wind, black and silver stitched with the wolf crest of the Axton Pack staring me dead in the face. I stare back at the wolf hating everything it stands for. Every student wears this emblem somewhere on their uniform jackets.

"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