Sparrows Academy Novels & Stories

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

After Ivy left, Sparrow entered with a formal bow. "I am Sparrow Wilson, granddaughter of Nanny Winters. Elder Morgan has assigned me to serve you alongside Ivy." I studied her cautiously. "You mean to spy on me for Elder Morgan." Sparrow didn't flinch. "My loyalty is to Elder Morgan, yes. But through her, it extends to you." Her frankness was refreshing. "At least you're honest about it." Alone at last, I reflected on Elder Morgan's naive faith in family reconciliation. I had lived through my parents' rejection once before.

She was pretty sure what Sparrow’s interrogation would involve, but she also knew that fighting would probably end up in her death, and Niarthen was right - as long as they were alive, they had the chance to escape again. She was taken through the center of the school. She could just barely make out the original structure, the transportable classrooms half hidden behind tarpaulin, and sections of the concrete painted with lines in yellow and blue, just visible between the parked trucks and 4WDs. Some windows still held the bright artwork of the students who had attended classes there. Her eyes were drawn upward as a host of sparrows flew overhead. “Fucking pests,” the soldier holding her by

she stood up and walked away. Days had gone by and the time for the Sparrow Club meeting was drawing nearer. It was held after school at one of the training halls. A lot more people had shown up than she was expecting. That was not a problem though, as long as the people she was looking for were in attendance as well. She was scanning around her as people murmured amongst themselves. Everyone seemed to know everyone else.

I say again, this time I was teasing her, she's right, she doesn't look older than me, maybe by a few years, and she's a vampire, everyone is younger than her. "Yes, you're just a baby pup, should be even talking?" she answers me with a wink through the rearview mirror making me giggle out loud. We soon got to the academy, the famous Dom&Little Academy, I sat up happily looking at the academy, she parked her car in a space labelled 'Teacher', and then got out and picked me up. We walked through the door of the academy, and everyone was dressed in the school uniform, with different colour ties, I didn't get what each one means, but some were walking next to other people and others were being

“I will go.” The day of her first class arrived quicker than she expected. Mara helped her braid her hair and adjust the uniform sent for her, a crisp white shirt, dark skirt, and a light gray vest embroidered with the moonhowl sigil. It felt strange wearing something clean and new. The fabric clung differently, softer, almost foreign. “You look perfect,” Mara said proudly, handing her a backpack filled with basic supplies. “I will walk you there before training.” The Academy stood near the eastern courtyard, a graceful building of pale stone and glass archways. students of all ages milled about, some chatting easily, others rushing through the gates with writing materials. It reminded Korra

I collapse on the ground with shaky breaths. The howls are closer now. They must have found my trail again. Get up, Skye urges. Get UP. If I give up now and remain on the ground, I will be tortured and killed. I drag my weak, shaky frame up. At the entrance to a long, tree-lined driveway, gold lettering shines in the moonlight. Shadowmire Academy Excellence in Leadership Since 1874 Welcoming the Next Generation of Pack Leaders My heart stutters. An academy?

It was a tiny origami sparrow. Sparrow cleared his throat and moistened his lips. “You are looking for the woman whose blood is on this. She was at the base camp at the high school but escaped before the explosions. She is a witch like you. A very, very clever witch,” his lips curled slightly. “A dangerous witch. She created a flock of these and they mauled one of my people very badly. Lark lost an eye to a little bird just like the one that you are holding.” “Mmm,” Aislen wished she had that ability. “Sounds like someone that I would like. What’s her name?”

Even Aria hasn’t come down from her room yet. Living with Kira turned me into an early bird, and shockingly, I woke up determined to return to school after being expelled from Frost High—the school for paupers—two years ago. My old school is nothing compared to the Starweaver Academy Aria holds in high regard. I can find many of the former out there—a gazillion high schools exist—but there’s just one of the latter in existence. She sees me tiptoeing past the kitchen door. “Where are you going, Mae?”