Umbrella Academy Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

On top of the makeshift cake was a single, pink candle. One of the two students sitting by the table jumped up and held out a crimson balloon. “Happy belated birthday!” he exclaimed, his eyes on my mark. A smile cracked on his lips, and he peered up to me. “It isn’t much, but we hope you like it. Welcome to Academia of the Moon. You’re going to love it here.” It took me a moment to recuperate from surprise before accepting the balloon and offering a smile. “Uh, thank you?” I glanced at Ariah. “What’s going on?”

The undertone feels like mine, not the clothes, the scent, it's like a refurbished version of my scent, layered on chemicals, stripped of balance and authenticity. It makes my head throb, I'm about to throw up. As Rhea steps closer to him, the wrongness of it hits him. An Omega sweetness forged, he takes a step back without meaning to. Before he can speak. The announcer tests the microphone again. “Attention students. The Academy will close for one week, and winter Solstice Festival transport departs at dawn.” The Alphas erupts, laughter, shouting, relief. Rhea's smile snaps back into place instantly, excitement bright and practiced.

Tanya took the umbrella and move it again with force. While Elaine also moves the umbrella and also keeps insisting that it’s fine and she should have it. With the two forces being pushed at each side which lead the umbrella to not move an inch. “How about you two give me the umbrella instead” Kayla who appeared out of nowhere spoke suddenly who was soaking wet from head to toe from the heavy rain and look at them with a deadpan look on her face. Tanya and Elaine flinch as they’re startled by Kayla’s sudden voice to the point that they accidentally let go of the umbrella at the same time and the umbrella fell to the ground.

"I'm fine. I just don't want to be alone here." I believe the last part. It's the first part I'm not sure about. "She comes," I say to Draven. He doesn't argue. We move through the corridor in a strange formation — Draven ahead, Marcus appearing from nowhere to fall in beside him, Maya next to me, Elena just behind. The academy at night is a different building than the academy in daylight. The stone breathes differently. The lights in the hallway are lower, and the shadows they leave are the kind that could contain anything.

My mother exhaled softly, almost inaudibly, but I caught it. “I see,” my father replied. He picked up the tablet on his desk and turned it slightly, not enough for me to read what was on the screen, just enough to make a point. “The academy contacted us early this morning,” he continued. “They informed us that your roommate has been classified as something… unprecedented.” His gaze sharpened. “A Carrier-Prime Omega.” Hearing it out loud, here, in this room it sounded different. Less like something Aiden was and more like something people could use.

"In front of each of you, there is a sheet and a brush. You will outline the most appropriate course of action for the given problem. The participant with the best response will win this round." "Does that peasant even have the ability to read or write?" a brunette, dressed in layers of elegant tulle, whispered to her friend, who giggled and cast glances at Hailey. Hailey wasn't offended. Why would she be? Such remarks had been commonplace throughout her life. It was a widespread belief that Omegas were incapable of understanding even basic concepts. As Luna Renesme began to read the question from the scroll, Hailey picked up the brush and dipped it into the inkpot.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

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.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

Besides that I've also heard that Omega is shunned because it brings bad luck. But Gabriel's little brother ... Cameron Adler, looks nothing like I imagined.