Supernatural Academy Novels & Stories

Aunt Violet gave mom a curious look. “I know, but he’s being stubborn, and he won’t budge.” “Bella, tell them what college you want to go to,” Mom said as she gave me a smirk. “Moonlight Academy,” “That’s a great school. It’s top-rated, and it’s specifically for supernaturals.” Aunt Violet gave mom another curious look, and I watched her eyes get big as the location dawned on her. “Oh wait, isn’t that in Vermont,” “Yep, that’s the problem,” Mom said with a smirk.

He inched closer like he was approaching a wild animal. To be frank, maybe I was. It felt like my heart was about to climb out of my chest. “Why am I really here?” “Exactly what I told you. We’re trying to help you and figure out why your mark is different.’ “What’s it to you what happens to me anyway?” “Because if you run wild you could become a danger to humans.” He paused. “You could die if you don’t know how to contain your magic or the change. That’s what the academy is for. It’s to help you manage all of it.”

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.

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

“The academy was founded in the year of death by our master, ruler of hell and the king of all demons, Lucifer. He stuck a deal with the heavens. Demons, selkies, fae, all creatures from the underworld could walk amongst humans, on a condition. They survive a year long training in his academy and pass the culling.” The crowd burst into loud screams at that. “There are no rules here,” Alstra looked straight at me. “And only the strongest survive. Good luck.” The crowd scattered immediately, and it seemed everyone knew where they were headed to. Everyone except me. I stood in the middle of the hustle, waiting for someone to at least tell me where I was going. Which is why not even a minute lat

Werewolves, vampires, witches, faeblood, and others I didn't recognize were all represented in the stone. "This academy was created after the Great Old War," she began, her hands clasped behind her back. "Before that time, most supernaturals had no code of conduct. Witches had no ethics. Vampires had nothing but blood lust driving them. Werewolves were slaves to heat and carnality." I caught Sarah's eye and saw her trying not to laugh at the dramatic tone the professor was using. "The Alpha King, the Vampire Emperor, the Mother Supreme, and other supernatural leaders came together to form this institution," Professor Martinez continued. "A place where all you badly behaving young adults coul

As she stepped through the grand archway, the scent of aged wood and polished stone enveloped her, mingling with the faint aroma of something sweet wafting from the nearby courtyard. Inside, the hallways were bustling with students—vampires with their pale skin and sharp features, werewolves with their confident strides, and witches adorned in flowing robes, their laughter echoing off the walls. Charlie felt a pang of anxiety as she observed the groups forming, each one a tight-knit circle of friends. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, reminding herself that this was her chance to start anew. “Hey! You must be the new girl!” A voice broke through her thoughts, and Charlie turn

Adrian isn’t going to like what I am going to suggest to him but I couldn’t give a fuck. *** Bree and I sit down and I fill her in on the idea I have for her training, There is an academy for the supernatural but it’s mainly used for demons and other sorts of rejects that have been left to fend for themselves. Adrian has been teaching there for years now and only cut back his days when we found Bree and started working at the diner when she was, So having him there to watch her would be good and it calms my beast.

I stared at Lucy as blood dripped from my cut hands onto the ground. Her words filled me with fear. “Gab, you don’t understand how werewolf blood works on humans,” Lucy said. “A werewolf can only use their natural healing power on the same human once in their lifetime.” She looked at Daniel before continuing. “The first time you healed him, your power fixed him and saved his life. But it also changed his body. His blood is now resistant to your healing power, so your magic will no longer work on him.”

The academy had always believed itself untouchable. Neutral ground. Sacred ground. A bridge between realms. Its towers pierced the sky in elegant spires of white stone and silver glass. Defensive wards shimmering faintly across its perimeter, ancient enchantments designed to repel invasions. They had always been prepared for riots, or so they thought. For rogue factions. For political pressure. They had not prepared for Aldric. The academy’s full title was known formally as the Academy of Concordance Between Realms a name so long it was rarely spoken outside treaties. It had an history of raising most promising Weres and lycans