Werewolf Academy Novels & Stories

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

I turned on my heel and left, smiling until I made it to class. I quickly slipped into a seat in the back as Mr. Aries was talking about the structure of the werewolf packs. “Here at Werewolf Academia, we are under the rule of Alpha Ian Mendoza, a Lycan King who unites packs through peace, not force. We have Range Pack, Sky Pack, Lycone—the one we’re in—and Storm Pack…” He stopped mid-sentence as two platinum-blonde boys walked in. They looked the same, the only difference being that one of them wore glasses. They also had to be Alpha heirs, given their crimson uniforms.

Wolves across the room roared with excitement as the arena morphed into a warzone of pillars, weights, enchanted pendulums, and targets. Only two academies remained standing: Blackwood Academy and Westly Academy ... known for producing wolves with terrifying physical strength. Scarlet stepped back, knowing this round belonged to the heavy hitters. Grey cracked his knuckles with a grin that promised violence. Ronan simply rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his uniform like coiled steel. The Westly Academy sent out their strongest wolves ... tall, brutal-looking males with veins glowing faintly from enchantments. Then someone shouted, “START!” It was chaos.

The same team where I'm the assistant coach. The Moon Eclipse Pack runs one of the most elite academies in the country. The Moon Eclipse academy—a place that grooms the one percent of the one percent prominent werewolf heirs—Alphas, Betas, Gammas. A place where ranks matter more than brains and where anyone without a prominent family name is disposable.

The reflection staring back at me isn’t my own. A massive, brown wolf, fur thick and wild, eyes glowing a searing, unnatural blue—just like they did when Luca marked me. My breath is a hurricane inside my chest, each inhale rattling against my ribs like a caged beast, but the sound of it is drowned out by the chaos erupting outside. The gym lights flicker, casting shadows that stretch and distort over the walls. Distant explosions thunder through the academy, the walls trembling with each impact. Screams—both human and werewolf—pierce the air, tangled with the primal howls of those who have already shifted, those who are fighting, those who are fleeing.

I haven't found mine yet but I'm not too worried because there is still time. I go to the werewolf academy for both boys and girls located on a small island in a secluded area and I'm in my last year. I and my twin chose to go to this academy rather than the other one just for Alphas, Betas and Gammas because we don't believe that just because we have a higher position that we should be superior, I mean we get the classes that we need at our academy and we befriend more people. The other academy is located a couple islands away but far enough that it would take a week to travel to each place by boat. Anyway, on with the story…

Her eyes welled up as she pleaded with me. Nate stiffened as she mentioned the academy, likely because what she said was true. The academy was specifically for werewolves, it didn’t specialise in any other form of supernatural being. Aside from that, he’s probably considering how Maddie managed to carry on this charade without being caught. However, late bloomers weren’t unheard of. It’s reasonable to believe Maddie’s wolf just hadn’t come forward yet. But her scent… why did no one ever pick up on that?

Donovan The pack house is quiet today. This only happens once a year, so I've learned to enjoy the day of peace I get. My Beta and Gamma went out to the auction today. The auction happens every year with werewolves from the Supernatural Academy. The whole academy is made up of children who were orphans, were sold to the academy, or if their parents owed the academy a debt and took too long to repay it. I used to go to the auction, but after a while I felt like it was downright depressing.

Roger walks over to her and goes down on his knees, "Jessica I need to tell you something, I'm not a normal guy, there is something different about me. Fifty years ago, I was hiking in the mountains of Romania and got attacked by an animal, I lost a lot of blood and was in the hospital for weeks on the edge of life, then suddenly I started healing fast, the doctors were at a loss and couldn't explain it. I left the hospital as if nothing happened. That night I was visited by a strange man who told me it was him that attacked me and that he was a werewolf, I laughed it off but he transformed in from of me and told me that soon I will be able to do the same. That moment I was scared out of my

There was no other way to survive under this roof, under their watch. And then, life moved on, as it always did. It was officially the first day of the new school term. Fullmore Academy was the top werewolf academy in the packs, known for its comprehensive program for young wolves. Now that Olive and I were eighteen, we were both eligible to attend. Of course, everyone thought I was just the maid. “This is the quad, where you’ll likely spend most of your time in between classes,” Caspar said, spreading one arm wide as he walked alongside Olive. “Over there is the library. It’s open until midnight.”