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Celestial Academy of Mystics

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.
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Bonds: A Pack of Wolves

Michael’s world is turned upside down when his father brings him to a mysterious bunker located beneath one of his family's establishments. His heart was racing, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide. The only thought ruling over his mind, the only question that flooded his mind, was 'WHAT IS THIS PLACE?' He asked himself repeatedly. Each time he and his father walked ever deeper into the bunker, Michael would feel an insatiable urge to question his beloved father on why he had decided that they should explore this daunting bunker. But how could he satisfy this urge to this man, this man he loved yet equally feared, this man whose anger burned like a blazing furnace? Quietly Michael walked behind his father. Finally, they reached a massive doorway. Further inside was a massive hall estimated to host at least 300 people. When he, Michael, the young lad, gazed around the hall, and when his face turned to the left side, shockingly, he saw an empty seat, which looked like a throne. "Father, what is this?" Michael questioned, "And why does that seat look like a throne?" That's because it is,He his father answered. Michael answered with another question, "Whose?" He asked, and his father went towards the throne and replied, "Mine," as he sat. Michael could not describe the emotions racing within him at that moment, but just when he thought he couldn't be more terrified, Venite, servi me! His father shouted at least 3 times. After shouting, the hall was flooded with men wearing black combative gear clothing and covered with black masks. They all came and stood in a formation as if they were trained soldiers; after they had all lined up, they themselves began shouting, Rex Lupus! Dominus Lupus! They shouted these words, words that Michael could not understand, about five times. Michael's father then responded also in a tongue he could not understand, remaining in absolute terror. Michael stood quaking after his father was done speaking to the men. All the men turned their faces from his father to him, and they shouted aloud, Iuvenis Lupus! Iuvenis Lupus. His father stood from his chair. Let's go, my son, he said to Michael. 'Who are you?' The young lad asked himself, completely and utterly stunned.
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