Spyro Skylanders Academy Novels & Stories

I push aside the seductive image of that woman in the painting I saw or any visions of Jacques biting me in odd places like my inner thigh and continue up the road. When the Academy's school bell rings to announce the start of another period, I let out a joyful sob. I'm almost there. I force one foot in front of the other, but it's half an hour before I reach the Academy's graveyard. The granite angel stands in the center and is the key to the leyline. Finally, I'm going to get Ben and Kiarr back. I stumble forward. My breathing is ragged, but I can't stop. Not when I'm so damn close.

Training arenas where dragons spar with phoenixes and nobody’s keeping score. And beneath us, the biggest skate plaza ever carved by gods or mortals: rails made of frozen lightning, bowls carved from meteorite, a full vert ramp that loops through a permanent tornado. Kael is waiting on a platform of solid air, arms crossed, smirking. Kael: “Welcome to Aerie Academy, class of eternity. Population: whoever’s crazy enough to stay.” He tosses me a key made of black glass and stormglass. Kael: “Dorm Blackbird-Coyote. Top floor. View of the void.

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The three who arrived were Academy apprentices, and they exuded terrible auras. They were at least Agiles of level four. Their presence intimidated everyone. Zephyr could feel something off about one of them. Although he was an Agile of level four, his powers were equal to that of Shaun Lee. If apprentices in this Academy could potentially contend with fighters like Shaun Lee, Zephyr wondered how truly powerful the Academy’s strongest were.

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

Which was an answer. Vale swore under his breath. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Hale turned toward me fully, kneeling slightly so he could look directly into my eyes. “Arden… the place I’m taking you isn’t in any map. Not even Vale knows it exists. But it’s the only area with manual locking. No electronic access. No hacking. No overrides.” My breathing hitched. “Why does the Academy even have something like that?” Hale looked away. “Because it was built before the Academy existed.”

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.