Supernatural Academy Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 - Protesting too much Mikhail I stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon

"Building the garden network, establishing the integration points, preparing for the eventual reunion of supernatural and human societies. If they judge us, let it be on our actual efforts, not performances created for their benefit." Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table. I felt a surge of pride in my brother's natural leadership—his ability to cut through complexity to the essential truth. "The second matter," Sebastian continued, "concerns the Academy. The Tree has provided extensive information about its original structure and purpose, but we must decide how quickly to proceed with its establishment." "What exactly was the Academy?" I asked, still unclear on this aspect of our he

"Do you remember that day I told you I got a strange letter at school? The one inviting me to an academy?" Juna frowned slightly, trying to remember, "Yes..." "They told me to open a door that night," Seraphine continued. "And when I did... it took me somewhere else." "Somewhere else?" Juna repeated. "To a magical academy." Seraphine then told her everything. About Aetherborn Academy. About magic. About vampires, werewolves, dragons, and incubi. About the powers she had discovered within herself. Juna listened in stunned silence, her eyes growing wider with every word.

Our school accepts all various kinds of supernatural beings, Vampires, Witches, Werewolves etc. Although there are several schools for the paranormal located around the world, only a few of them welcome students from all types of supernatural entities. The Clairvoyant Academy is the name of the institution where we study. To avoid raising suspicion, we strive to mix in with other mortal schools. Our school's architecture is ancient, dating back thousands of years. Initially, this building was the residence of The Originals, the first supernatural beings to walk on earth, the First Witch High Priestess, the First Vampire King, and the First Alpha King.

The angel, Michael, from the Benevolent World; the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk, from the Ambivalent World; and the demon king, Lucifer, from the Malevolent World. This academy was the only school where the creatures of the three worlds could coexist. It was in the neutral zone, the home of the great tree Ygdrasil. And the young miss must attend and be recognized by the Demon King to be fully accepted in the Demon World. Gukasho knew that the Grand Duke cared for his only child, but if he wanted her to survive the Demon World, he must let his daughter be a monster worthy of her name. “What’s with Transylvania Academy?” Cent stretched like a cat before she sat on the bed to face the two, talking a

This rule helps to prevent conflict between the packs and maintain peace in the community. Despite the presence of supernatural beings, The Forks High Academy, is still depicted as a typical high school, with its students navigating the challenges of adolescence and forming relationships with one another. The school is a safe haven for both human and supernatural students, providing them with a place to learn and grow in a supportive environment.

I’ve read anything form paranormal to calculus books, so I’m not worried about not being able to catch up. There are only four schools in the country for supernaturals. There’s a school on each coast, east, and west. The other two are located in the midwest. Seeing as how we’re currently in the upper midwest, we’re obviously going to be attending the school school in Nebraska.

It was all part and parcel of life at this institution, a place where the supernatural and the magical intertwined seamlessly. The call room, a modest chamber nestled within the heart of the academy's main edifice, held a unique significance. Here, technology bridged the gap between the mystical realm and the outside world, offering a semblance of connectivity that was otherwise restrained during our academic sojourn. The absence of personal phones during our stay necessitated reliance on the pay phones within the call room. While these pay phones numbered in the hundreds, they often formed a patient queue, owing to the sheer diversity of supernatural students inhabiting the academy.

“I understand.” “But not for the reason you think,” he added gently. I looked up, confused. “It’s not that you aren’t allowed to visit,” Elder Crane explained, his eyes locking onto mine with a heavy seriousness. “It’s that you won’t be here.” “What do you mean I won’t be here? Where would I go?” “There’s been a new regional agreement signed between the four main packs. A treaty. Starting this term, the supernatural curriculum has changed. Everyone of eligible age is to be admitted into the Academy alongside the ranked bloodlines.”