True Cross Academy Novels & Stories

And since differences in social status and wealth had somewhat been muted by the wearing of uniforms, in a religious school, one’s devoutness became the new “It factor” In fact, not a few of the pious kids were on the Top 10 Honor Roll. They also had their own school clique called the Chris Cross Club (pronounced kris-kros, not krahy-kros) and was an in-school extension of the city youth group, also Protestant, where they addressed one another as “brod” and “sis”. The Chris Cross Club was the second most active group in Kate’s homeroom section, 11-Narra, whose class adviser was Mrs. Lim (of the "My-stomach-is-my-alarm-clock" notoriety).

Likewise with the blood in her body. Brugh. He easily left her who was dead in the middle of a quiet alley where he was eating a delicious meal. "I've brought you home, Miss. Back to the afterlife," he muttered and then quickly disappeared into the darkness of the night. • • Present time. In an Elite School which has a magnificent building with towering pillars, you can see the bustling atmosphere of the newly arrived London Teens. Various vehicles with exorbitant prices are a common sight in the school's front yard area. The uniforms they wear are not like the uniforms of other schools.

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

“You don’t have to stick to it word for word, but it’s solid. Keep your focus on the truth, not the noise. You owe them nothing but clarity.” She accepted the papers but didn’t look down at them. “Thank you, Adrian. For all of it.” He nodded, the faintest warmth softening his lawyer’s precision. “We protect our own.” Then Alexander lifted a hand, signaling the room to settle. Cameras were adjusted, microphones positioned, and the hum of reporters quieted to a tense silence. He stepped to the podium first. “Good morning,” he began, his voice calm, his presence commanding. “My name is Alexander Cross, and as head of the Cross family’s business affairs, I’m here to address the recent rumors and

They came in and sat at the far corner of the room, I noticed almost every girl want to be friends with her, which I don’t understand. “ yea I known what you thinking, it happens every time she enters the school” someone said behind me. “ huh” looked at the girl behind me, the girl has a wavy honey brown hair, she smiled, “name is Bridget packer” “ huh mine Kate Griffin, well yea I was just wondering why everybody well most people let just say that went to friends with her, who is she, like did she run the school or I don’t understand”. She chuckled “ nah she is Killian cousin” “ sorry who” I was confused “ wait you don’t know Killian, well everybody known who he is, his family and other fam

“You aren't cleaning my study anymore. As of tomorrow, you are an official student at the North Elite Academy.” Faith’s eyes widened. “The... the academy? But I can't go there! I’m a Dud! It’s for the top shifters in the country, they will kill me!”.

Before entering the school, I heard a few things about this mysterious place situated on the mountainous side of Mystic Heights, a city in the heart of London. Mystic Academy, as it was known, was a mixed school primarily for kids with some uniqueness from wealthy homes. The requirements to get in seemed unattainable for mere humans, as I learned. It had a reputation as a school for "freaks," and the general belief was that only freaks would gain admission. That label didn't bother me much, considering I'd been called a freak all my life by my stepmother and her children—even their friends. My stepmother often locked me up in the cellar, praying for God to unpossess me, as she believed I was

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

I say again, this time I was teasing her, she's right, she doesn't look older than me, maybe by a few years, and she's a vampire, everyone is younger than her. "Yes, you're just a baby pup, should be even talking?" she answers me with a wink through the rearview mirror making me giggle out loud. We soon got to the academy, the famous Dom&Little Academy, I sat up happily looking at the academy, she parked her car in a space labelled 'Teacher', and then got out and picked me up. We walked through the door of the academy, and everyone was dressed in the school uniform, with different colour ties, I didn't get what each one means, but some were walking next to other people and others were being