The Academy Book 5 Novels & Stories

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

Travis; his Religious Studies lecturer, that had sent the letter to him but one thing was certain; He was going to face the devil in two weeks. I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR HERE THAT THE ‘MACROCOSMIC ORDER’ IS A WORK OF FICTION; JUST LIKE OTHER PARTS OF THIS BOOK. IF OUT OF CURIOSITY YOU GO TO GOOGLE TO SEARCH FOR IT, YOU'LL DEFINITELY FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT. With Love, Stephen. ❤️

Both ignored me. A hush fell over the entire room. A slim, terrifyingly beautiful blonde woman walked onto the stage. Her power hit me like a slap in the face. Her eyes glowed. Her heels didn’t make a sound. Her voice cut through the air like glass when she spoke. “Welcome to Gravemire Academy.” No applause. No smiles. She continued. “This school is alive. It breathes. It sees. And if you disrespect it, it may decide to eat you.” I blinked.

Lyra's POV Five Years After the War The academy bell rang across the grounds, and students immediately ignored it. Some traditions never changed. Lyra smiled from her office window as dozens of first-year students rushed across the courtyard. Several were late, one dropped an entire stack of books, and another ran directly into a statue. The statue won, decisively. Life at the academy remained wonderfully predictable. A knock sounded at her door, but before she could answer, it burst open. A teenager stumbled inside, followed by three others. All four looked absolutely horrified—a familiar sight.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

My dad is basically the man these geeks call their king. "You're not from Midnight Moon." The girl seemed to not be sure about her own statement. "Oh yeah? And you know this how?" I asked, trying to keep my other half down. 'Let me at her. Please Yvonne, I'll show her.' The girl shrugged. "There's already an Alpha child from that pack going to the Academy." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, and he has a sister idiot." She glared at me. "Only one child from a generation goes to the Academy."

It all looked… boring, just like Grover. I picked up one of the books on the table and threw it on the floor. For some reason, it felt good. “Simon, don’t get caught,” my friend whispered, laughing nervously. Instead, I kicked the chair until it fell over. “He needs to know who he’s dealing with,” I said. My friend laughed and started rummaging through the desk drawers. The sound of things falling filled the little house. I picked up a photo frame from the shelf. Grover looked smaller in that photo. Standing stiffly with an awkward expression beside the man who’d just left the house with him.

he adds, almost as if he's handing down a legacy she should be proud of. Zuria takes the papers silently, the embossed emblem pressing into her fingertips like a brand. The parchment is thick and pristine, smelling faintly of ink and old money, carrying a formality that feels suffocating. It isn't an opportunity it's a sentence. An exile dressed up in ambition. The Academy has a reputation that borders on legend: a fortress for the gifted and the broken alike, its sprawling campus shrouded in mist and secrets, hidden away behind gates that seem to groan with the weight of the expectations they protect.

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”