Triwizard Tournament Schools Novels & Stories

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.

"I don't get to do that much, but Jasmine doesn't mind." Renee doesn't say more about that and I really think I know why and I am just happy to know her wolf's name. She then took a deep breath and began to tell me all about it. She explained how there was a whole other world, hidden from the non-magical people, where witches and wizards lived and went to school. She told me about Hogwarts, the magical school, and how it was divided into four houses, each with its own unique traits and qualities. As she spoke, I couldn't help but be amazed by her words. It sounded like something straight out of a fantasy novel. But her excitement and conviction made me believe that it was real.

“Then why go this far? If I’m nothing?” “Because even a spark can start a fire,” Lily said, rising to her feet. “And I have plans. Big ones.” I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of plans?” She laughed. “Oh, you really don’t know anything, do you?” She turned to one of her men. “Tell her.” The man stepped forward. His eyes were pale gray. “There’s a school,” he said. “A hidden one. Where powerful magic is taught. Only the worthy are invited. Royals, high alphas… and chosen Lunas.”

They both encouraged us to try harder so that we could emerge in the first position. I was a bit scared but I made sure to hide it since the press are there. Crystal High, Royal Academy and Golden group of schools are the third schools to participate. The question started at exactly two in the afternoon. The three schools were winning and it was hard to guess who would be the winner at the end of the day. "Shall we take a fifteen-minute break?" One of the judges suggested and we all danced to his turn. "You guys have been doing well so far" he moved closer to us and complimented us. We thanked him and he left.

I had been counting seconds to it and the birth year seemed less relevant to me. He pressed his lips in a firm line, but then he looked back at the paper, and only after a second he sighs and threw it on the table again. I stared at him nervously. What did I say wrong? "Our school is for werewolves only, and--" He started slowly, and I understood his hesitation. "I can train." I blurted, realizing the problem. "I don't need any special treatment!" He looked up at me in surprise and continued: "We have three grades, under 13, 13 to 16, and 16 to 19. Late boomers usually go into the first one."

Two ballrooms, a conference room where announcements are delivered, gatherings hosted, and other facilities on various floors of the school building. Furthermore, there is a cafeteria, a beautiful garden that stretches several miles outside the school, and various fields and courts for miscellaneous sports. All supernatural beings of various ages, colours, and ranks attend this school. Those from all over the world who want to become werewolf alphas, vampire kings and queens, witch high priests and priestesses, betas or gammas would come to our school for training and discipline. Additionally, there are also normal werewolves, witches, and vampires. The school is divided into different secti

Linly asks from her seat. "No, child. My father-in-law nullified my spellbook deliberately to trap us here." Then I look at the maid. "Ruth, is this Plandreas city?" "Yes." "Is there a school named Venduque?" "Yes." "Then there are mages. It's the school of witchcraft after all." "No, ma'am. It's a college school." "What's the difference?" "They don't study witchcraft." "Whaaat?" I groaned. "Who rules this city?"

They even created potions for immortality. They thought they could be on par with the Freakies purebloods. Just look at the Witch class in this school, every day the students had to go to the forest to find rare plants. It really made Keegan want to laugh. "I have no business with you!" She insisted. "Ow, you have guts apparently." Keegan's grin appeared showing his sharp canine teeth. "Do you think your newly grown fangs make me scared?" Keegan escaped his laugh. "My fangs can pierce your neck and suck your blood dry."

He covered his mouth with his left hand, holding back the urge to vomit. Quickly Daniel helped and carried him to the chair near him. "There's no need to answer if it's too difficult for you to tell me," Daniel took out a small bottle from his coat pocket and opened it, then brought it closer to let him inhale it. From the small bottle, Albert smelled a calming scent of lavender along with something foreign that immediately relaxed his whole body. When he was attending the magic academy of the Northern kingdom—before the academy closed its access to pure-blood witches and was now only intended for mixed-blood witches—he always got a D score for his potion class.

William voiced out curiously. Bianca nodded as well and said, “That’s right. I know a few priests from those sects, and the things there operate like they're in university. They would get a monthly wage to do some philosophy homework. They don’t look like masters at all.” Chase shook his head and said, “It doesn’t matter if it’s Dragon Tiger Mountain or Coven Voodoo. They're mostly separated into two schools, the academic school and the wizardry school.” “The academic schools are where the normal priests who you know about are based. Their responsibility is to take care of daily matters at their sects such as receiving worshippers and managing their sects.”