Sommerstall Academy Novels & Stories

she replied excitedly. She was a very talkative and bubbly girl, unlike me. She had turned eighteen just a few months ago, and since she was our little princess, we had all decided that she wouldn't attend the Royal Academy. As popular and prestigious as the Royal Academy was, I knew the truth about it, and I didn't want my little sister going there. In the end, she was enrolled in Luna Academy, an elite school exclusively for girls. Only daughters from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma families could attend. The academy also prepared them for their future roles as Lunas.

And as for this being the final class for the day, there wasn't even a teacher in here. Someone bumped into her, and Ruby felt herself begin to spiral. Spinning around to confront whoever knocked into her, Ruby stopped in her tracks instead as she locked eyes with someone who had the same coloured eyes as her. "Sorry, I'm incredibly clumsy most of the time." The boy grinned, holding out his hand for Ruby to shake. "You must be Ruby? I'm Talon, one of your syndicate mates. We live in the same complex. I promise you I'm not stalking you." Ruby took his hand without hesitation, and her world spun fiercely. For a moment, she could have sworn she was looking at herself through his eyes and he thr

she sighed, “I’m sorry kids but it’s not in my power, I really thought he heard me that day.” “Don’t worry kids, we usually hold camping holidays here every summer so you can sign up if you want and will get to come back and play actual games with opponents. It’s usually fun and we hope you kids can make it. You will also get the chance to meet students your age and get to make new friends. We hope you will join us this summer,” Acacia smiled warmly to everyone and some mumbled while some nodded and some just kept quiet. I was among the quiet group.

The academy was vibrant and alive with possibilities, filled with students who embraced their differences and thrived in their own unique ways. “What about classes?” I asked, glancing at my uncle. “What do we actually learn here?” “Ah, that’s where Windamere truly shines,” he said, a glint of pride in his eyes. “You’ll have classes that cover everything from elemental magic to the history of supernatural creatures, self-defense, and even arts that involve emotional expression—like music and painting. The curriculum is designed to harness each student’s abilities and prepare them for the challenges they might face.” I nodded, excitement bubbling within me. “And what about sports or extracurri

Jump says, her eyes going wide. "This is big," Hothead says, dropping his luggage. Even I must admit, Yellow Sun Academy is unlike anything I have ever seen. Yellow Sun Academy looks like a giant, shining, white castle. It looks bigger than our hometown. There are dozens of towers, shining as well. They're hidden behind a large stone wall, with the only entrance being a tall iron gate, and painted right on the iron gate is a yellow sun. The stone path we're on leads us through a beautiful courtyard with lush green grass and big red bushes. On the sides of the path are statues of who I can only guess are past fighters of the Yellow Sun Academy and even they are shining.

Get ready to unleash your inner power and become the supernatural you were always meant to be! I rolled my eyes at the email. They sure make it sound nice, but honestly, west Ora can get a little crazy. The faculty doesn't step in to help with a lot of things. It's the wild‌ west there and I'm currently on my way back. Last year was the academy's first year as a school. The council members, along with the shadow mayors and ocean tribunal, got together and created this academy for us high school supernaturals.

"To that end, I have arranged for another institution to visit us. The Nordhavn Academy from Denmark will be arriving in three days." The auditorium explodes with noise. Everyone is talking at once, asking questions, expressing shock or excitement. "Nordhavn?" someone behind me says. "Aren't they supposed to be really good?" "I heard they won the Northern Championships last year," another voice adds. Principal Bergström holds up his hand again, waiting for silence. "Nordhavn Academy is one of the finest shifter schools in Northern Europe. They have agreed to spend two weeks here as part of an exchange program. During this time, we will host a series of competitions between our students and t

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min

"This pamphlet includes your room key, your class schedule, and your bank information through Divinity Credit Union." I open the file and look at my schedule. I have Sparring, Angelic & Demonic History, Magical Studies, and Magical Enhancement. The classes seemed interesting enough, I turned the next page, and my eyes widened, my eyebrows almost shooting off my head. "Umm, Headmaster Simmins, where did this money come from?" "Ah yes," He said, glancing over my shoulder and looking at the page I was on. "That is a monthly stipend provided by the Academy; we want to ensure that our students never go without."

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