Trix Academy Novels & Stories

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms to keep from trembling. Trix steps forward, his body shielding me from Salcom’s view. His voice is cold, sharp like a blade. “You talk too much.” Salcom raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Do I? Or is it that you don’t have a plan, Trix? You’ve walked right into my trap, and now you’re grasping at straws. Tell me, what’s your next move?”

Good day my gentlewolves How are you all feeling today I have finally started writing on the tribrid prince I am so sorry for the delay I'll make an update schedule for the tribrid prince it'll be posted in my profile But I should just tell you guys So I'll be updating on Wednesdays and Sundays Before I bore you with all this 👆let's just skip to the chapter ************************* (Asher's pov) We packed the things we will be needing amd I shifted into a dragon

She nodded for him to continue. "Trixie won't admit it, but she possesses rare gifts. She started having visions when she was sixteen years old. This was around the time her parents packed theirs and Trixies sister's belongings, and moved out of the house. They left while she was in school.They left all her belonginds and six months of paid rent. She has not heard from them, since they left. She has always blamed her gifts for their betrayal. It is easier for her to pretend the gifts don't exist. Trixie told no one, and started taking hacking jobs to support herself.. She calls her visions hallucinations. The visions she has are not that rare. What is extraordinary is that Trixie can glance

“I once believed strength meant control. That duty meant distance. But then I met you.” A breeze stirred the branches overhead. “You taught me that strength can be soft. That love can guide a pack as surely as laws. That I could choose happiness and still be worthy.” Trixie blinked through her tears. “I came here broken. I thought survival was the most I could hope for. But you-” her voice wavered, then steadied “you showed me what it means to live, to lead, to love without fear.” She looked out at the pack-the children who had run to her skirts, the warriors who now nodded with respect, the healers who had taught her the names of roots and rest.

Months passed again. “Guess what, Charlie?” Tristan said. “I’m going to be a coach at Luxford’s very first summer camp for the Luxford Rehabilitation & Wellness Institute (LRWI)!” LRWI was a government-funded rehabilitation center for children with learning and physical disabilities. They offered free treatments for families who couldn’t afford therapies for their children. “That’s great, Tristan! You’re going to meet a lot of kids and other coaches too!” Charlie exclaimed. “What are you going to teach?”

Aicko sips the iced coffee that her friend ordered for her. Trix studied her friend’s reaction, “I don’t understand why are you avoiding him, is it possible that you are still in love with him?” She asks when she did not reply to her first question, she noticed her face blushes to her follow-up query. Trix saw her starts to open her mouth to speak, she knew that she will lie to her so she talks before her, “don’t you lie to me, I am telling you that I will no longer answer your call again if ever you contacted me,” she warns her.

The Middle was an engineered world, carved into bedrock and woven into the colossal roots of the Mother Tree that stood hundreds of feet above on the surface of Triune. There were terraces, gardens, workshops, and sparing rooms. The Middle, both laboratory and home to those who live there, a long apprenticeship in training and survival. One that must be endured in order to step through the Moondoor and onto the Phebus lit shores of the Upper. The muted rasp of Gilly’s own breathing felt like a betrayal as she raced ahead, a reckless defiance against her odds of survival. For being a moment late wasn't merely an infraction; it was an act of war.

“I meant to call you but I had to prepare for my history presentation.” “Of course you were.” Her reply dripped with sarcasm. “So…” I narrowed my eyes even though she couldn't see me. “What?” “I heard that you are living with Ace Maddox. The ace Maddox. Girl, you are so lucky.” “And you know how?” “Every girl in school is talking about it. Everyone would kill to be you right now.” “You're saying it like it's a good thing. Is he popular or something?” Imsni gasped. “You don't know who Ace maddox is? The hockey team captain and his family are really rich. His dad is…”

I said. Trixie took a deep breath, trying to find something to hurt me with. Her eyes suddenly lit up with a nasty, cruel spark. "You think you are so secure. But you cannot even protect the people close to you," she said. My posture went rigid, but I kept my face like stone. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice dropping an octave. "I heard about what happened at your pack house. The big tragedy," she said, leaning in with a fake, sympathetic smile.

"I am a tribrid! Isn't it supposed to be worse on my side?" "What makes you tribrid?!" She yelled in exasperation, and Keturah walked into the tent, chuckling as she did. "He is proving to be a handful, not so?" She asked Isobel, who exhaled. I had been in the witches territory for the past week, learning how to summon and control my magic. Isobel insisted it was necessary. "My witch gene makes me tribrid." I replied to Isobel, who clapped her hands. "Exactly! You already have magic, and that helps you control your vampire and werewolf sides."