Romans & histoires Zodiac Academy

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

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.”

But it was the single photograph she placed on top that made the decision. Marcus. Standing beside a younger Aria at some forgotten pack gathering, both of them smiling at something beyond the camera's view. "He would have wanted this," she'd said quietly. "A place where different doesn't mean dangerous. Where power is taught, not feared." The Academy was different from the Phoenix School. Broader. It welcomed rare wolves, phoenix descendants, witch-blooded, anyone who didn't fit the traditional pack structure. We built it on neutral ground between Nightshade and Silver Moon, a sprawling complex that rose from earth that had never known blood. Derek had insisted on that—no history, no ghosts

Azalea asked again, sparking a brilliant twinkle in Violet's eyes. Ah, has my eldest daughter fully accepted her true identity? "You want them to go to the Blue Moon Academy? Fine." I offered a bland smile. Normally the Alpha’s offspring would be sent to Moonshadow Wolf Academy in faraway land where they’d get proper high education to lead their packs, but it didn’t matter which. My babies wouldn’t go anywhere without me. Xander shook his head firmly. "No, they won't. Their knowledge lags far behind pups their age. Before entering the academy, they need private lessons. Azalea will be the best teacher Rose, Jasmine, and Violet can learn from."

But Calloway wasn’t finished. “To honor our ancient traditions,” he added, “we have extended an invitation to our sister institution—Blackmoon Lunaria Academy.” Rayne’s blood turned cold. Whispers exploded all around her. Blackmoon Lunaria Academy. The training grounds of the future Lunas. The academy for elite female wolves trained not in combat, but in courtship, submission, pack diplomacy—and mating. Many of them were chosen specifically to become mates to future Alphas. It was rare for the two academies to intersect, but when they did…

Turn an innocent child into a heartless beast? Alaric decided to imprison Dabria for her lifetime and train his son that could become the next alpha succeeding his bloodline. Three-year-old Zeus finally spoke his first word since birth, when his mate bond entered in this world, Aurora. Athena and Jade got gifted with a beautiful girl with similar traits as her mother, an exact replica in terms of beauty. Both of them never wanted any trouble and decided to give up the rivalry for the sake of this beautiful soul that was brought in this world.

Bernadette was just petty enough to destroy them so she would have nothing. She would go to the academy. It received high praise, since alphas and future Lunas had gone there for generations. Of course, Calum was not there, since he was in college already, working on becoming the future alpha of River Ash Pack in an accelerated program meant for future alphas. Ilene’s whining had died down after a while and she hoped she had left. If Ilene could betray her so easily, she clearly wasn’t her friend at all. And she wasn’t going to keep in touch with someone she couldn’t trust.

CHAPTER ONE - THE BEGINNING The Werewolf Academy Dean, Alpha Lucius Blackmoor, was the werewolf king, and to keep the peace between the lower packs, the professors were either an Alpha or a Beta in their respective areas of expertise. It was an honour to be accepted into the Neutral Zone’s Werewolf Academy. Isadora Dawson was the first Omega to go against all the odds and the old traditions, and managed to score at the top of her high school year class and was rewarded with an acceptance into the Werewolf Academy.

He winks. I roll my eyes. “Of course.” We part ways at a fork in the hall. He heads left toward a class I don’t share, while I continue straight. ‘That boy is stronger than he lets on,’ Ezra murmurs. ‘Really? But he’s so…’ ‘Don’t be fooled, Eldora. Everyone in this academy is hiding one thing or the other.’ ‘I’ll keep that in mind. By the way, is there anything I can do to make my wolf grow faster?’