Zodiac Academy 7 Novels & Stories

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.

That little one quickly grew on me from that very first hug. Today had been a fun day for Sadi. Zeus was helping her learn to hunt. She almost caught a squirrel. He had said that she was doing very well for her age and would get better with practice. “We’re going to go to the cells. Theo has a meeting, but Brynn’s going to be there. Sebastian is also going to join us. You met him that first day. Dark Moon has three Lamias. It’s a new rank that Nightshade, Luna Elle’s pack, and we have. They’re blessed by the Goddess and given gifts to find deceit. He’s able to tell if someone is lying,” he explained.

I never got to go there. "You haven't asked him." He shook his head slightly and closed the door. Everly shifted into a beautiful white wolf and began to run toward our house. He jogged around the car and opened the door. It was his favorite car. Blue Mercedes Benz. There are a lot of branded cars in the underground lot. Mostly they are designed by Jasper and his friends, Alessandro and Edward. They are part of 7A. 7A rules the wolves. And Alpha Queen Reina rules them. Everyone has to do what she asks, including me who hasn't ever met her. She's the headmaster of the supernatural academy. The name fits it. The students aren't normal. It's the only academy where all kinds of supernatural crea

Although it felt like it lasted for a few seconds, it had only taken a split second. Zira opened her eyes. Her grey eyes with black slits shone in the night almost as brightly as the moon now in the sky. She took tentative steps towards the vines. It felt almost natural to her now that she had the original soul's memories. While she crawled through the maze of thorny vines, she resumed her discussion with BaoBao. /Tomorrow's the annual Blood Moon gathering./ [Where you'll likely meet Neoma, since you're all omegas.]

Alex's POV: The academy feels strange that morning. Not loud. Not quiet. Just waiting. I stand in the main hall with the rest of the students while Coach Vega reads the announcement board. The air smells like metal and morning dew drifting in from the open windows. Everyone is restless after the trial sessions. Muscles sore. Minds sharper. Coach Vega clears his throat. “Listen carefully,” he says. His voice is calm but heavy. “Due to the Decade Mate Moon, the academy will close for three days starting tonight.”

He looked past Cassian’s shoulder, meeting my eyes across the ring, and saw me standing tall beside Cassian's pack. "Yield to you?" Logan spat, blood coating his teeth. "Never!" Before anyone could react, Logan slid his left hand under his chest armor. He pulled out a small, jagged black stone medallion glowing with a sickly purple light—a forbidden blood-talisman. He smashed the medallion flat against the nullification stone beneath him. A harsh, screeching howl tore through the air as dark, corrupted magic exploded out from the broken talisman, breaking the Council's ancient suppression field in a violent burst of purple fire.

Looking confused, the wolf says to me “we will shift but do not want to startle you. We’re going to step behind these rocks over here and if you will step behind that tree and shift, we would like to speak with your human” They both gently head over to the rocks that are plenty tall for me to not accidentally see their naked human flesh. I oblige and head over the tree nearby and shift. Shifting has never been comfortable. It’s riddled with painful bones cracking and snapping. Does this ever get easier? “Are you still there?”, I hear a masculine but gentle voice call out. “Yes, I am”. “I am Zak, this is my brother Leo. We are scouts of the Broken Mountain pack and are looking for a pack of r

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

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.

His voice droned out names and pairings. The crowd shifted, whispers rising like steam from the breakfast trays—Alphas grumbling, Betas exchanging looks. Tamara leaned forward, her cowrie shells clinking against her sports bra as she narrowed her eyes. “What’s the point of grouping us?” Solana shrugged, her tank top stretching over her shoulders, but before she could answer, Timothy spoke up. “Team Seven: Aurelia of Red Moon and Tamara of Cincinnati’s WoodCrest Pack.” My stomach dropped, heat flooding my cheeks. Tamara turned to me, disappointment heavy in her gaze. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her mascara-lined eyes flicked over me as if I were an unwanted extra.