Yo-kai Academy の小説・ストーリー

And in Utah, at Storm Academy, Celeste Valentina Morau—born 2011, ancient wizard bloodline finally awakened in fire and storm—had already signed off on the boy who wrote he had nothing to lose. Because sometimes the ones who expected death were the only ones strong enough to carry new life. Or so the legends went. Nico didn’t know any of that. He just knew the bell would ring soon. And when it did, he’d walk back to the dorm with Kai still chattering, Jax smirking, Theo watching quietly. He’d lie on his bunk and stare at the ceiling. And wait for whatever came next. Because that was all he’d ever done. Wait.

I averted my eyes and explained. “Heather Academy is a dangerous academy. This is where fighters and charmers go. Only a few knew this school and only a few could get in. Only the persons who have skills and can fight. And those who have what they call charms. Charms are like a magical power. Didn’t you say you saw someone fighting? That’s training. Heather Academy has wars happening every night. And when the so-called KING wanted to, he will make the war last for the whole day. It’s forbidden to go out because we need to keep the normans safe from us charmers. Now, I need you to protect yourself.” I gave her a long explanation. It took her a lot of time before she digested it inside her min

Grover’s POV "Grab him!" My hand was immediately pulled hard from behind, causing my body to slam into a row of metal lockers in the school hallway. The impact was so loud that it caught several students' attention around us. They turned briefly to see who was being beaten today, then went back to their own business. Normal. This was all too normal. I hadn't even had time to stand up straight when the first blow hit me in the stomach. "Ugh—" It felt like my lungs were being squeezed from the inside. Two people held my shoulders so I wouldn’t fall. I looked up slowly, trying to focus on the face of the person in front of me.

Angela has spent her entire life believing she’s human. Raised in an orphanage with no memory of her parents, she earns a rare academic scholarship to Eclipse Academy, a prestigious school where the world’s most powerful supernatural races learn to control their gifts. Surrounded by dragons, wolves, vampires, witches, fairies, and fae, she is convinced she’s the only ordinary student on campus. But when a mysterious curse begins to awaken, bringing with it unbearable pain and impossible abilities, Angela discovers her entire life has been built on a lie. Hunted for a bloodline she never knew she possessed and forced into the path of Xavier Blackwood, the arrogant Dragon Prince she can’t stan

Everything felt like it was watching us. Kael stood before the entrance. "You have one objective." He held up a small crystal no larger than a walnut. "Retrieve your relic…You have three days," he paused. "No instructors, rescuers or second chances." "...What if we get lost?" A student laughed nervously. Kael looked at the forest. "Then the forest has chosen." Nobody laughed after that. The gates open, one by one...The teams disappeared into the mist. The moment we crossed the tree line...The academy vanished. It wasn't gradual. Just a step and it all went. Even though the sunlight changed, the forest swallowed everything behind us.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Nikola, on the other hand, walked beside them with a more serious expression, his brow furrowed as if the weight of what they were about to undertake had already settled on him. “Ready for this?” Dominic asked, nudging Zoe’s shoulder with his own. Zoe rolled her eyes, trying to look confident. “I’ve survived worse.” Dominic chuckled, the sound light and carefree. “That’s the spirit.” They reached the courtyard where a series of training stations had been set up - obstacle courses, sparring rings and target dummies scattered about. A handful of other students had already arrived, some stretching, others practicing their forms. At the front of the courtyard stood a tall, broad-shouldered instr

“I’ve contacted someone at Academy to help figure out what’s wrong with your powers.” “Really?” My heart races with excitement. “Does that mean my powers will be unbound soon?” “Yes, with luck. Soon your wolf will be back,” she replies. “And Academy...” I remember Hera telling me that Sheila was Academy’s youngest Head Herbalist. “Can you tell me more about Academy?” “Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.”

“Exactly like me. Only older. Stronger. What if the academy can't cage him now, Kai? What if this all is feeding him?” He shakes his head. “That’s impossible.” But even as he says it, we both hear it. The groan of the earth below us. The rattle of old chains in the deep. The storm outside breaks open with a violent crack, rain hammering the glass so hard it sounds like claws. The lights across the courtyard flicker, one by one, plunging sections of the academy into darkness. The wards pulse once—then die. The silence afterward is worse. “Kai.” My voice is barely a breath. “Do you feel that?”

Within the Second World of the Northern Continent of Zeon. You can see that Victor who is in front of the Military Academy is leading several lines. Behind him also appeared the troops from the Zeon Military Academy including Milka, Juan, Santos, Roberto, Andy Khan, Lee, Charles, Takeshi, Leo, Desi, Misaki, Kurube, Kazeo and other troops who were directly in Class 2 and Class 3. Looks Victor is talking to the Military Academy troops