White Room Classroom Of The Elite Romane & Geschichten

A boy smiled like someone had written the expression onto his face. "Selene…" Aria said, eyes scanning the quad. "I don't like this." "I know." "Why does it feel like everything's… rendered from memory?" Selene didn't answer. Inside the humanities building, the fluorescent lights buzzed too loud. The air smelled like old toner and burning plastic. Room 2B. Aria hesitated at the door. Selene touched her shoulder. "I'm with you." They walked in together. The classroom was worse.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

“I’ve been told that I have a mean streak in me.” He opened the door and motioned for them to enter a room that was lavishly decorated with several custom couches and a fully stocked bar along one wall. The woodwork was detailed with 3D ivy vines made from mahogany climbing the casings. Flat screen TVs hung on three walls and currently played a slideshow of the Crescent City Pack. “You’ll be able to watch all the events live. In the next room is where the girls can stay with their tutor,” Marcus explained. “We haven’t gotten one yet,” Electra admitted.

It was just white, nothing was in it and then it hit her. "The white room". She wanted to yell but she knew no one would hear her. The white room was the room for rebellious angels, it could twist the minds of whoever was in it and leave them as a shadow of themselves. Nahamani knew she would soon die if she stays here for too long.

At the far end, even though there were about twenty chameleons at the dumbbell rack that stretched across the wall, the area was spacious enough that it didn’t look overcrowded. Greg plodded past the gym and came to the adjacent section - an iceland-themed lecture room. A hologram floated like an aurora in the middle of the room, where an instructor was delivering what seemed to be a lecture on disguises, showing the class a picture of herself in two very different disguises that one who didn’t look carefully enough would think they were two different people.

Ravenna's smug expression shattered as a flash of pure, murderous rage crossed her beautiful features. No one could retaliate until they reached the heavy doors of the solarium. The lesson room was a massive, circular space made entirely of glass, looking out over gardens and flowing waterfalls like a fairytale terrarium. Elainna paused at the threshold, turning back with one last, devastatingly perfect smile. "Remember, we're all rooting for you. We want you to succeed. To prove humans aren't too weak." "Save your holy concern, Saintess!" Emmeline sneered. "I've survived worse monsters than a hallway of jealous women. I don't break that easily."

It was an open door. They continued walking outside. He guided Lucas into a populated hallway full of rooms. It was fully lit, warm, and not humid. White walls with usual windows occasionally. "Room 3004 is the Fire Class Room. You can easily get there if you ride an elevator through the 32nd Floor." Lucas' shock became evident as he gasped. 32nd Floor? That was way too huge! There's no way this building is a school if it has the 32nd floor.

Elena nodded, clutching her file tightly. “Elevator to the fifth floor, conference room B,” the woman said smoothly. Elena took the elevator with a few other early arrivals, a mix of nervous-looking students in freshly ironed shirts and ill-fitting blazers. She tried to breathe normally, but the elevator seemed to shrink around her as they ascended. The doors opened with a soft chime. “Conference Room B,” someone murmured. Elena followed the small group down a pristine hallway lined with artwork and expensive furniture. When they reached the glass-walled room, they found a long sleek table surrounded by modern chairs. A tray of pastries and bottles of water sat untouched at the end.

He stood once she addressed him and left without a word. “He’s my assistant.” She informed me as she wheeled over her chair to sit next to me. “Where am I?” I finally managed to ask. “The Academy of Eltroxus of course!” She beamed as she let her hands fly out around her, gesturing to the surrounding space. I took this moment to fully take in my surroundings. The room was very grand, vaulted ceilings, all decorated with different murals of what looked to be a battle. Men mixed with wolves seemed to be fighting one another everywhere. The murals were lined with a stunningly detailed golden trim, and small sets of chandeliers hung over head casting the room with a warm glowy feeling. Beds lined