Stanley Umbrella Academy Novels & Stories

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

Raine answered. Vermeil’s brows are knitted. He can’t recall whether there was a classmate of theirs whose umbrella broke. “Which student is it?” he asked. Almost all of the students in Margin Academy are rich, so they definitely could afford to buy an umbrella. They also could ask their family or their family’s servants to buy them one. The cafeteria also sells umbrellas. So, the only ones who can’t afford it should be the poor students, or they call them ‘scholars’.

I stepped outside the vehicle and gulped as I scanned the entrance of the building. The tall broad white cement columns combined with the gold decor gave the place an expensive luxurious appearance. However, I knew exactly what lied below its neat mask. “Welcome to Umbra Academy, Kate Harris. Your grandfather entrusted us to wip you into a powerful leader like himself. I can assure you that your experience with us will be like never before.” Stacy, the administrator of the academy spoke with a high confident tone. With a meek appearance, I followed her around, clutching my backpack as I couldn’t help but feel uneasy in the academy’s premises.

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”

"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."

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

"This right here is is just a lounge for studying. I've seen more make out sessions happen here than actual studying," there wasn't much to the first floor other than the study lounge on the left and bathroom on the right. The maroon wall of the lounge went well with the warm fluorescent light in the room. The one thing that did catch my eyes was the silver engraving of the Luveldom Academy name and symbol on the olive green wall. We resumed our journey and proceeded to go up the stairs. Luckily for me, Yumena held my bags which saved me from a task of complete struggle. My thighs eventually began responding to the excess amount of stairs. We had only reached the third floor and Yumena looke

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

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.

*** Thursday arrived, and the elementary school gymnasium buzzed with the particular chaotic energy of two dozen kindergarten science projects competing for attention, baking soda volcanoes bubbling over cardboard mountains, parents crowded along the walls with phones raised. Melinda watched Stanley arrive exactly on time, dressed down again, deliberately unremarkable, scanning the room with the careful, practiced awareness of a man now thinking constantly about threats she'd only recently begun to fully understand. "You made it," Liam said, running over the moment he spotted him, tugging Stanley by the hand toward his display table with an ease that made Melinda's chest ache. "Come see my v