Romans & histoires Zodiac Academy 5

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.

This seems to be the priestess, I nodded and smiled to show courtesy, said thank you ma'am The Chiqta nodded and sat on the edge of my bed, and said with a grave face "Tacy, you have survived these three days, you should have saved your own life, the one who haunted you should have agreed to my proposal, in the future you should respect the breed that worships him, do not annoy him, we do not violate each other, in order to save your life I have made a lot of effort. I realized that after being rescued I was in a coma for three full days, and a lot happened in those three days

Phoenix is the one to answer, “The Supernatural Academy is here, they agreed to help take down the Solstice Pack, to end the dictatorship that Emery Garber has put into place. In return, they want use over the Solstice Pack grounds to start over and be the nonprofit that we want.” Violet adds with a smile, “Along with the Supernatural Academy, we have quite a bit of connections here to support us today.” She glances up to the sky where I see random creatures I never could’ve imagined seeing in real life. Dragons, fairies, vampires in their bat forms, a phoenix… each one is jaw dropping gorgeous. I look to Violet and say, “I don’t understand how this is even possible.”

"That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive. Vuko looks up at me. "Wolf Moon," he says, "The same as your Naming." He doesn't need to remind me. "It's about power," says Didi, looking closely at me, "The Wolf Moon." "No," says Seersha, "Not power. Strength. It's different. Power is domination but strength, well," she shrugs, "It benefits the pack." She looks down at her arm again. "I think it's showing us how the ceremony will go," says Seersha.

'Oh look, our so-called mate even got her her own little nickname,' I tease Moonlight, and she scoffs, expressing how she wants to get her paws on Scarlet once I let her onto the surface. As much as I'd love to see how my wolf is planning to beat her skinny ass through my eyes, I'm afraid I can't let her out just yet. There's a reason why I avoided most werewolves in Werewolf Academy for years. Almost every werewolf who enrolls here is either a direct relative of the three upper ranks in the hierarchy or from filthy rich families from filthy rich packs. Almost. Except for me. While it's true that I was born an omega, I was also the pack beta's daughter. Well, technically, before my father ha

“No. It was me. I submitted the same application packet you all did. My Delta validated my credentials. I was accepted. The academy knows my age. If they don’t have an issue, I don’t see why anyone else should.” My voice is calm but tight, and I can feel my breathing quicken by the time I finish. Morgan and Jed are both sitting back slightly, mouths parting like they weren’t expecting me to bite. Liam and Logan, however, are grinning like I just won them a bet. “You’re going to do just fine here, Zahra,” Liam says, patting me on the back. The table relaxes. People dig into their food again. We're just finishing up when the conversation starts flowing more easily. I learn that no one uses ran

That spot belongs to me. How do I explain this? Should I tell her the truth? Would she be weirded out? She’s from the orphanage system—nothing to her name, no family. That’s how the Academy traps girls like her. They have nothing, and we offer them a life. A luxurious life, one they can't ever refuse. And they take it, because the alternative is starvation. Or worse. "Uhm," I mumble when she turns to look at me. "What?" She asks with a frown.

Jace’s POV The Academy was a furnace of whispers. By dawn, Zara’s name had already spread through every corridor, every classroom, every whispered exchange between students who thought their words wouldn’t carry. The news traveled faster than fire itself: Zara Blackwood had unleashed dragon flame. Her hybrid form wasn’t rumors anymore. It wasn’t whispered in the shadows. It was a fact. “She’s not a wolf,” one girl gasped as I walked past her cluster of friends. “She’s something else.”

Aqua could hear their conversation echoing around her, vivid and clear. “We can’t ignore the changes, Mira. They’re not teaching these kids to protect them. They’re preparing them for something far more sinister,” her father said, urgency lacing his words. Her mother’s eyes widened, a flicker of fear crossing her face. “But they trust us. We can help them. We have to believe they want what’s best for everyone.” The scene shifted again, and Aqua found herself standing outside the coven academy under a blanket of stars. It was the dead of night, and her parents were hurriedly packing their belongings into a car, shadows of fear etched across their faces.

Without looking back, Zen teleported back to the fifth floor, proud to introduce his new skills to his party members. AN: Season 6 end, see you in season 7 (May/Jun 2024)