Supernatural Academy Reviews Novels & Stories

Humans were just over fifty—unsuspecting fellows who wandered into the wrong town. If I was being entirely honest, Woodhidge-High wasn't a bad school at all, and even more importantly, it didn't strike me as a ‘boring school'. The teachers all seemed particularly interested interested in all the Supernaturals seeing themselves as one. And the school was kinda friendly, if you ask me. Its facilities were ‘topnotch' compared to the public school you would see in other towns. I felt it was because a lot of Supernatural never failed to pull their resources to fervently support the school. They knew quite well that the survival of the school was entirely dependent on their support.

I walk into my first class of the day and immediately sit at the back. I fiddle with the buttons on my sweater as I wait for other students to make their way in. My schedule is almost the same to what I was enrolled in at Waindale High School, except for two electives. They've been replaced with nutrition and wellness and the very mysterious lycanthropy. Vivianne explained before class that it's something the humans at the Academy can take. It teaches them about their fellow students, how to cope with the idea, and how to view the world from this new perspective without becoming overwhelmed.

She left me alone with my tea and sandwiches and the weight of responsibility that felt heavier than ever. But she was right. The young people had shown the way. Now we followed through. I pulled up my computer and began drafting the announcement that would go out to every supernatural institution in North America. Moonrise Academy is implementing comprehensive reforms to student protection and governance. We invite other schools to join us in creating a safer, more equitable supernatural society. Full details attached. The old way failed our children. Time to build something better. Principal Alexander Lear My finger hovered over send. This would trigger everything. Resistance. Chaos. Possi

I mumbled, rolling my eyes, then turning towards class. I felt all eyes on me, even when I reached the class. I wondered if the gossip had gotten to the class already, but I knew it was not impossible. The news seemed to travel faster in Mystic Academy. I tried listening to all that was said during the class, but it seemed my concentration was off. It was Werewolf 101, already one of my favorite classes, as I got to learn about my true nature and abilities. However, for now, I doubted I would be able to understand what Chase was teaching if I didn't meet with Vesper to discuss it.

“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

“This is good for us. We need to feel what this body can do now.” Everything felt different—sharper, faster. My senses weren’t just active; they were overactive. I could hear heartbeats, smell old blood in the soil, sense magic humming beneath the surface like a living current. It was overwhelming. “You made it,” said Austin, stepping out from the treeline. His gray eyes studied me closely. “You look stronger.” “I feel like I could lift a truck,” I muttered, rolling my shoulders. “But I also feel like I could collapse at any moment.”

She gave me a sharp gaze, “Hindi nga sabi! Bakit mo ba ginigiit ‘yan!? Hindi ba sabi kong hindi!? ‘Di ka na ba maka-intindi Vexyiana? Tignan mo nga ang nangyari sa ama mo! Hindi ka ba nadadala!? At isa pa, kakaiba ‘yang ability mo! Sa tingin mo ba alam ng school na ‘yan kung ano gagawin kapag na-trigger nanaman ‘yan!?” I maintained my straight face, “Ma, are you worried about me..? Or do you just not accept me? My ability..?” “Iniingatan lang ki-“ “THEN WHY? Look Ma! The Academy, it’s a chance! I can prove myself, I-I can earn myself! I’ll be happy! Pero… Pero bakit parang ayaw mo naman ako maging masaya ma? I obeyed you for 19 years! 19! I was in the dark for 19 f*cking years! GOD! MA! Let

Maleficent the Glutton and Damon the Prideful stopped talking when they were greeted by huge wooden doors that would be the entrance to the exam hall. After the grand opening of the City Academy, classes resumed in Transylvania Academy as if nothing happened at all. Headmaster Kraken was back in business again. After the intensive series of battles, another headache welcomed them — a fucking exam.

'Dark Academy?' Fanny was stunned as naturally; she had heard of the Dark Academy. The Dark Academy was the largest academy of all and had gathered lots of geniuses from both sides of the Dark World. In no time, Dark Academy would start recruiting new students. "Senior demon, I'll also go over to Dark Academy." Fanny said to Lucas while feeling a little delighted. Regarding that, Lucas was not at all surprised because currently, Fanny was a Rank 7 Transcendent Being and that talent was way too scary.

Ronan’s words replayed like static in my head. What are you so afraid I’ll find if I look closer? If he ever did, if he ever saw past the mask, it wouldn’t just end me. It would end everything my mother built, every lie we crafted to stay alive. He wasn’t supposed to be the one to see me. He wasn’t supposed to matter at all. And yet, when I closed my eyes, the memory that wouldn’t fade wasn’t his voice. It was his touch. The next morning, the academy held its quarterly evaluations; a mandatory showcase for the board, sponsors, and military delegates who funded the elite program. Every Alpha was required to perform a live demonstration: endurance, combat, and pheromonal control.