The Academy Book 5 Novels & Stories

There are tons of admission files. According to the rumors, Alpha's son was enrolled in the year 2025. My feet walk over to the shelf of that year. The files resemble thick brown books. I touch a file on the shelf, and a loud siren reverberates through the walls of the academy. “What's going on?” My eyes glance around. “SOMEONE BROKE INTO THE ACADEMY!” A voice shouts from outside. As the sound of several boots approaching the documents room reaches my ears, the file slips from the grip of my hands and drops to the floor.

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

"Mom! I don't need any freaking body guard. I'm 16, I can take care of my fucking self. For heaven's sake, it is just school." Dropping the books, he yelled directly to his mother's face in anger. "Akillim Orshwood Junior, don't let me remind you who's son you are. Your father is the prime minister for intercontinental affairs of this Empire, and security measures are compulsory." "Screw this mom! I can't keep living this way." He turned, pulled up the books laying unhinged on the floor, and hurried out through the front door. ¶The Academy was a home for scholars, created for the purpose of knowledge study, skills, self-defense, and even magic was an explored factor.

Dear Mom and Dad: My first day was quite interesting, I met some classmates that I liked very much, especially one named Carolina who told me something interesting about the academy, remember I told you that the boarding school was haunted, it seems that the rumors are true. Today I start the first day of school and I am nervous, but I will still do my best not to betray your trust. Love, Mindy. -Mindy, ¿are you ready? -Yes, just let me send this message and...done.

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

Which meant Briarcrest had lost control of the narrative. That night, the academy fractured openly. Students gathered in unsanctioned assemblies. The faculty resigned quietly. Council factions turned on one another, alliances collapsing under the weight of exposure. Nyx sat on the steps of the old wing, exhaustion finally claiming her. Alaric joined her, silent for a long moment. “They’ll come for you privately now,” he said. “I know.” “They’ll offer deals. Threats. Exile.” “I know.” He studied her. “Would you leave?”

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

Somehow… Those four words seemed to say everything I hadn’t known how to put into sentences. I looked at both of them. “So…” I clapped my hands together once. “What are we waiting for?” They both looked at me. “If your father mentioned someone who might know something…” I stood up. “Then let’s go find him.” The academy library was quieter than usual. Tall shelves stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, filled with thousands of books that smelled faintly of leather and old papers. We made our way toward the front desk. An older woman looked up from the ledger she was organizing. Round spectacles rested low on her nose. She smiled politely. “Good morning.”

With the type of students I've seen here, if any of them get their hands on these books, this academy will be razed down. If Roxie were here she'd want to read a bit of everything before she leaves. She loves gathering new information as though they were gold. ‎ ‎As I move deeper, the air gets colder and I can't help but feel anxious. What if something from underneath the shelves suddenly grabs my leg, trying to pull me into their world. This is a paranormal academy, anything can happen, especially in a restricted area. I tap my head, chiding myself. “Stop thinking of weird things Ivy. Think of flowers, the Ebon Testament, stealing candies from Roxie's secret stash, tripping Luciana in front

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