Thornhill Academy. Novels & Stories

Colton’s tech wizard friend was called Perrin, and within a short period of time, he managed to dig more information in days than I’d managed to in six years. First off, we learned that Revon was taken out of Sawhill Prep just fourteen days after the accident. The databases were hastily updated after that, and his name was taken out of all the online records. How had the Hawthornes been able to do that? Well, it wasn’t quite laid out, but apparently, the Chairman of Athenian Academics, the company which manages Sawhill Preparatory school as well as a bunch of other schools around the country, was an old buddy of Dallas Hawthorne.

He replied with a smile. “Elsa, you’ve been awarded a scholarship to school at the legendary Sheffield Academy.” He said, his tone sounding almost rehearsed. Sheffield Academy, it was like telling me I could now fly. No one in the history of Bulgaria has ever attended Sheffield. There were only six existing academies in the world; Sheffield academy, Bloodstone academy, Gomorrah Academy, Brenton Academy, Spirit Hound Academy, and Luna’s Crest Academy. Werewolves only attend the academy from twenty upwards. We are then taught science and art for two years in which we decide our path. so we are usually groomed and trained at home by our parents till twenty.

We went back to her house and I had dinner with her and Wade and we talked and laughed and had such a good time I didn’t want it to end but Archer had a car waiting for me and I had to get up early for school tomorrow. “So what private school did he choose for you?” Wade asks as he walks me to the door. “Hollingdale,” Wade freezes and grabs my arm. “What’s the matter?” “That’s a very tough campus filled with snobbish kids and rough punishments. Promise me your stick to yourself and stay out of trouble. All in all they do have the best academic programs,” “I always stick to myself. Besides this could help me get into a good college,” Wade nods. “I’ll see you soon baby sister,”

“I know today was tough, but running? That’s a lot. We won’t survive, Mason, I guarantee you.” Mason’s lips part in an argument, and I think of ways to persuade him. Sheila recently got into Shadowspire Royal Academy, a school for royal kids and children of important members of the pack. Aunt Helen has been trying to get Sheila into the academy since she turned eighteen last year, but she only succeeded this summer. If Maeve ends up being chosen as Prince Brynne’s mate, she’ll automatically be joining her elder sister there.

But the thought of leaving, of breathing air that didn't smell like Kazimir or even risk running into him and seeing his stupid face was too tempting. "Fine," I said. "Let's go." --- The academy was called Blackthorn Academy. It was nestled in a valley between mountains, all gray stone and arched windows and sprawling green fields. The gates were iron, elaborate, engraved with wolves in mid-leap. The grounds were immaculate. I felt grossly underdressed. I had picked up a pair of jeans and a shirt. I should have at least done a little bit better. Or wore a nice dress, I thought. One of those new dresses in the closet courtesy of Kazimir.

This time her wealthy stepmother had finally snapped and shipped her off to the most exclusive, most secretive all-girls finishing academy in the country. But this wasn’t any ordinary finishing school. Blackthorn Academy specialized in one thing only: turning rebellious young women into perfectly obedient, highly skilled submissives. Riley scoffed under her breath as she stared up at the grand gothic building. Tall stone walls covered in ivy, arched windows, and an atmosphere that screamed old money and darker secrets. She had heard the rumors, of course. Whispers about girls who went in wild and came out elegantly broken, dripping with discipline and wet for commands.

“To find a representative of Woodhill.” I stared at her. “You’re telling me there are elimination rounds?” “Obviously.” “Obviously??” She blinked at me. “Aya. There are five schools in Woodhill.” “I only know two.” “Woodhill University and Hillia Academy,” she recited. “Yes. But there are three more.” I crossed my arms. “Well then, care to elaborate?” She perked up immediately. Gossip mode activated. “Okay. So. There’s North Crest Institute.”

**RIVERVIEW ACADEMY** The afternoon sun cast warm rays over Riverview Academy’s playground, where a cluster of children laughed and played. Lily, Ethan, and Chloe, the twins, were seated on a bench, swinging their legs and chatting with Sophia as they waited for their parents. Their eyes occasionally flicked to the parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of familiar faces arriving to pick them up.

"I've decided to send him to Thornwood Academy." My breath caught. Thornwood Academy. The most prestigious institution in the entire territory. Where the elite of the elite sent their children. Where future leaders were forged. "He'll receive specialized instruction," Vivienne continued. "Private tutors. Advanced training. The best education our pack can offer." I could barely believe what I was hearing. "Mother, I... I don't know what to say." My voice trembled slightly. "This is such an honor. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. The academy is rigorous. He'll have to work hard." Vivienne's eyes sharpened. "But I believe he has potential. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."