Teacher Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

“After, when you were gone, I didn’t know if you had died.” “Using my power to save you and Grayson, as well as breaking free of the prison was enough to exhaust my strength for a time. I recovered, but it took time to regain my strength and find my way here. But you have done well in rescuing not only your beloved, but also me. I always knew you were a good student.” “Thank you.” I felt the inner pride of a student who had finally pleased their master. A moment passed, then Teacher looked over at the table. “I never cared for war. So mindless. So pointless. I’ll do whatever I can to maintain the peace, even if we have to stop the bears to do so.”

“Well apparently she tried to do it to get his attention but the complete opposite happened. He shouted at her in front of half the school scolding her and his hate for her grew stronger” “Oh god, well let’s see what happens this year then. I didn’t realise so much drama would happen between nobles” “Oh girl… you do not know the half of it” We both continue to eat and grab our timetables. School officially starts in 2 days and we wanted to compare what we have. We basically had all lessons together except for one period twice a week where she would go for extra training sessions and I had a lesson with someone called Professor Teely. “Ahhh professor Teely will be helping you to control your

Ashton’s guards started forward hesitant but I held up one hand, eyes still locked on Alex’s paling face. “I’ll only say this once,” I growled low enough that the earth around us trembled. “Who. Are. You?” He coughed, blood splattering down his chin, but even as pain flickered through his expression, his hands stayed open, raised, non-threatening. “I'm a ... I’m a teacher.” “You’re healing from three silver bullets meant for my daughter, mr. teacher,” I hissed. “You took them like they were bee stings and you’re still breathing.”

I cut him off feeling the tears accumulate at the brim of my eyes, "Don't say that. What are you even talking about" "Lyra calm down. I'm doing all that I can. You passed out on our way to our destination and it's been a week now since we got home, you just woke up. I've run some spells and had doctors checked up on you but you're crying one of the most powerful Alpha's offspring, the chances of survival are only directed to the child and not to you Lyra. Your powers could tear you apart if you don't begin training and understanding in what way you could control them" he explains in one breath his words getting to me one after the other.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

"Who are you?" "Someone interested in unusual wolves. Morgan has kept me updated on your progress." He studied her with eyes that seemed to see too much. "A silver wolf rising from omega ashes. The goddess has a sense of humour." "Elena, meet Teacher," Morgan said formally. "He founded this compound. Rarely visits anymore, but your development warranted attention." Teacher circled her slowly. Elena felt like a specimen being examined, but held still. Power recognized power, and this wolf practically leaked it.

Her face was a mask of pure disbelief. "I believe I heard someone mention a carry-over?" Aurel asked. His eyes narrowed to slits. "Or perhaps a lack of qualification? I am Aurel Daniel Valerius, Head of the Alchemical Research Division and current holder of the Grand Magic Tower Master's Seal. I believe my credentials suffice to mentor one student." Malphas let out a strangled squeak. His silver stirring rod slipped from his fingers. It clattered against the stone floor, loud and crude in the silence.

A lesson impatiently awaited by everyone – the lesson that taught them how to turn into something else. It was one of the most excitingly looked forward course in the school syllabus of the second semester in the first school year at Elmbridge School of Magic. Both on the corridors of the school and on the corridors of the dormitories for younger students, one could hear talks about how diligently they wanted to attend all classes taught by Mr. Hans Von Halgen. A lesson where you could definitely learn how to turn into a multi-headed hydra, into a butterfly, into a lion, or even into a minotaur.

Me. "Fuck, Gorilla!" I snapped from my self-pity when well-known face of an old woman popped in my head. I think that everyone has that on teacher that gives them chills. That one teacher who, and you know that for sure, it has every power to put you down and would when and if the opportunity is right. Chills went down my spine and I shook a little remembering I will see her today, the very first day of our new chapter on this journey to become well paid, I mean- well respected surgeons!

Although the maids felt an awkward atmosphere between the two, which was usually harmonious. "You know, Tuyul? A student is a reflection of the teacher, it could be that I failed developed my fire magic because you weren't right in teaching me. Just look at Mbayul, he managed to teach me water magic in no time!” Fuschia always returns to being childish when she argues with Tuyul. "What are you saying?! I am a fairy with a strong fire element, I even assisted a famous fire wizard!" “Hmph. And when was that?”