Umbrella Academy Author Novels & Stories

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Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

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I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

Dear Heatherians, Congratulations! You've reached the end of the Heather Academy! I want to thank you all for being with me during my journey in writing Heather Academy: School of Fighters. Thank you for giving me inspirations and giving me thousands of reasons to continue writing. The truth is, when I started writing my first story, which is this story, I always doubt myself. And always question myself. Can I do this? Can I meet the reader's expectations? Can I get their attention? Will anyone support me? Will I still bleed or should just stop writing? But then I realized, with or without readers, I should keep on bleeding. I should keep on writing. Because I'm not writing to impress. I'm w

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.

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I appreciate how worried you are, but I am no queen and powerless if I don’t join in the battle. Cadmus just sighed. "I’m sorry for Taurus' reckless act, your majesty," he bowed down. "If you, please excuse us, we need to prepare and discuss some loopholes that can destroy the barrier of the palace." Emily nodded her head. She just watched them walk away from the function hall. Emily heaved a sigh and sat down. She examined her palms, questioning her worth about the power bestowed upon her by the Moon Goddess. Suddenly, a light appeared in her palm. She played with it but was interrupted by the Beta.

My eyes narrow at the space between them. Confetti coats the table, with two large bowls—one filled with candy and the other with potato chips. There’s a plate stacked with soft-baked cookies sandwiched in buttercream and topped with a single pink candle. A young man with curly light copper hair and a sturdy build rises, offering a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he chirps, his round face lighting up with a smile as his deep, warm brown eyes fix on my mark. “It’s not much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to the Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.”

“I’m from the Moonshadow Pack.” “Moonshadow Pack? I’d heard of them. Why are you here?” “I ran away,” Anne explained. “I’m working as a servant at Umbra Academy now. It’s… complicated.” My suspicion lingered, but I was too weak to resist. “Umbra Academy?” Anne nodded. “It’s a place for the elite. Killers and witches, shifters. They teach you how to survive, how to lead. It’s not a kind place, but it’s powerful.”