Novel & Cerita Thornhill Academy.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Blackthorn Academy is alive in a way it hasn’t been since before the fight. Things are different, new changes and policy implemented. Our new principal, Lady Mira, is so nice. Sometimes I really doubt if she's truly our principal. She's nothing like Lydia, who was stiff and old fashioned. Lady Mira listens and acts on her promises. Her presence alone increased Blackthorn's population times two. The academy had to stop admitting students to avoid overpopulation. Every other competition Blackthorn had has been eliminated. In the whole paranormal world, the academy stands at the top.

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

She had information to pass on to us. "So it has been made official now since our school won the Academic Royal Institution competition. And our plaque certificate had been delivered this morning. If you want to go check it out, you are free too. You know where to find it. In the display room. Apart from this, I have got another good news for you students. I am happy to announce to you that the Academic Royal Institution had given our school the go-ahead to go on a royal trip to go to Thailand. Which involves meeting some royal families, a beautiful Villa is waiting for you guys to arrive, and apart from that-"

Athena’s Sacred Tree Academy–or simply AST Academy to its students–was not only known for its silver-gray uniforms or the logo depicting a large, white owl with an olive branch on its beak but for its topnotch teaching and picturesque school buildings that the students and staff alike enjoy; popular and well-spoken despite the fact that it was still considered as one of the newest academy’s to be built in the country… it only goes to show just how well its reputation precedes itself.

SAINT CLAIR ACADEMY STUDENT REPORTED MISSING: Saint Clair Academy was one of the prestigious schools in the country. Every year, the academy accepts fifty brilliant scholars. Aside from the tuition-less enrollment and quality education, the scholars would receive monthly allowances and free lunch meals. One of these scholars was Helena Woodrow.

I had only caught glimpses of the school and its inhabitants, and my previous experiences with Briar and Liam had left me anxious. As we walked down the grand staircase, I couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the architecture. High ceilings adorned with magical motifs, large windows that seemed to glow with their own light, and artwork that pulsed with a life of its own created an atmosphere that felt both enchanted and intimidating. “Windamere Academy is unlike any other school,” my uncle began, guiding me through the spacious foyer. “It’s not just a place for learning; it’s a sanctuary for beings like us. You’ll find all kinds of species here, each with their own unique abilit

"Silence." The head woman's voice rang through the hall, and everyone went silent, looking at her. Right then, the massive door on the other side opened, and three people entered. By their appearance and aura, I guessed they were authorities of the school. They quickly walked to the raised platform and stood there. "Welcome to the Royal Academy. I hope your journey was comfortable." The man with black hair in the middle said. "I am Marcus Thorne, the principal of this academy." He pointed to the woman on his left, then the man on his right. "She's Jennifer Parker, the vice president, and Will David, the head of the teachers."

The subtle chill of vampire aura clings despite the warm air. Both still in their old Crescent Academy hoodies—faded navy with the silver moon crest—because neither bothered to change. The gates loom ahead. **Storm Academy** carved deep in stormglass and forge-iron, letters glowing soft violet-gold. Riley stops—bag slipping slight. **Riley (voice low, Cajun drawl thick):** “Well I’ll be damned. She actually did it.” Thorne reads the sign—eyes narrowing, then widening with recognition. **Thorne:**