The Extra's Academy Survival Guide Novel Yonder Novels & Stories

"At this rate, who knows what shape Zyra will be in when we find her." "How about we split up? We might find a clue that way." Yaslyn scanned the buildings around them, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. "Something about this place feels eerily familiar." Xoan glanced back at her with a piercing gaze. "Ever been here before?" Yaslyn shook her head. "Impossible. How could I have come to a place like this? Though, the buildings do strike a chord." "Ah, it's coming back to me. Have you ever read 'Village Wilderness'?"

Nyx’s POV I winced as dried leaves scrunched under our feet as we snuck through the west wilderness back to our hideout at the academy. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as each slammed harder than the last. “Shhh!” Clyde snapped his head around, wearing a frown. “Be quiet!” His voice was a harsh whisper, shooting us earring glares before we resumed our walk. We drew closer to the old shack which lead to the bunker, trying to avoid being seen by the watchers in the forest.

Not really. That night, sleep was a stranger. My mind refused to rest—spinning with too many memories, regrets, possibilities. When I finally did drift off, my dreams twisted into a nightmare. I was standing in a hospital hallway, barefoot and bleeding, while Joshua and Violet stood laughing down the corridor, holding hands, mocking me with every step I took toward them. “You were always the extra,” Violet hissed in the dream. “Even your baby’s not yours anymore.” I woke up gasping.

“Don’t even think about it. The game is designed for the ones it chooses. If you try to enter their world without being called, it will destroy you. Your only choice is to trust them.” --- Meanwhile, in the Underworld Anna, Mia, Logan, and Ryan trudged through a barren wasteland, the oppressive heat and endless battles wearing on their spirits. The sky above was a swirling mix of black and red, and the ground beneath their feet cracked with every step. “Where’s this fourth anchor?” Ryan asked, his voice laced with frustration. “We’ve been walking forever.” “It’s close,” Anna said, clutching the glowing book to her chest. She scanned the shifting symbols on its pages, her brow furrowed. “We j

A jagged maze of cliffs and shadowed paths where cadets were warned never to go. Xander pushed the final barrier aside, helping Zade through. The sky beyond was dark and heavy with storm clouds, wind whipping through the ravine, carrying the distant echo of alarms from the academy above. Freedom. Or something close to it. Zade stumbled as he stepped onto uneven ground, his legs finally threatening to give out. Xander caught him instantly, pulling him close, one arm firm around his waist. For a moment, neither of them moved. The wind howled around them, rain beginning to fall in cold, sharp drops. Ironclad loomed above, a fortress of steel and cruelty, its lights blazing like watchful eyes.

“Yes.” The third pylon flared to life.This time, the image was different. It showed the future. The academy is in ruins. The sky split open by something massive and metallic, its shape barely comprehensible. Wolves being pulled upward in beams of light, their howls echoing in silent space. A shadow passed over the world, blotting out the sun. My knees buckled. Kai caught me before I fell, his arms solid around me. The bond flared with panic, rage, and determination, crashing into me all at once.

Every ten feet, Cyrus pressed a piece of chalk into the snow wall and left only a small tail exposed. The markers were subtle, difficult for the monster to notice or erase. At the Greenvich Academy's gymnasium… Ilyana had sheltered there with more than 40 survivors for three days. The last food run had also taken place three days ago. Everyone was hungry, and she was trapped in a brutal dilemma. The monster prowled nearby. Any mistake, any opening, and it would kill students to feed. She could not leave them behind to search alone. Sending students out meant sending them to their deaths. Against that thing, an untrained person survived only seconds.

The reflection staring back at me isn’t my own. A massive, brown wolf, fur thick and wild, eyes glowing a searing, unnatural blue—just like they did when Luca marked me. My breath is a hurricane inside my chest, each inhale rattling against my ribs like a caged beast, but the sound of it is drowned out by the chaos erupting outside. The gym lights flicker, casting shadows that stretch and distort over the walls. Distant explosions thunder through the academy, the walls trembling with each impact. Screams—both human and werewolf—pierce the air, tangled with the primal howls of those who have already shifted, those who are fighting, those who are fleeing.

You didn't starve to death. I could not take it anymore. "Mom, do you know how I've been surviving this semester? On handouts from my roommate and digging through trash for leftover food! And today, if my advisor hadn't been kind enough to buy me a meal, I probably would've collapsed and ended up in the hospital!" I thought hearing about what I had been through might change her mind. Instead, she let out a scornful laugh. "So what, you're trying to brag to me about your good luck? How you ran into a nice roommate and a nice advisor?

“Return to your assigned quarters or the dining common. You are to remain within the interior walls until the scouting report is finalized. And stay with your mentors.” “Well, that’s going to be slightly difficult considering my mentor just ran off to have a wilderness crisis,” I say, turning to Ivy, who is still clutching the fabric of my coat like a safety blanket. “And yours appears to have vanished into the scenery as well. What do you say we find some carbohydrates before the next apocalypse drops?” Ivy swallows hard, her wide eyes finally leaving the dead wolf as she nods frantically. “Yes please.” We make our way back through the massive wrought-iron gates, the stone paths of the acad