Professor Arc Novels & Stories

The student clutched to his chest a half-open backpack with scrolls and a quill sticking out. "Fascinating. Better than he had expected. " Better than you had hoped for? What do you mean by that? " “Uh… It doesn't matter. It has truly been everything he had hoped it would be. " "Professor Theodria is certainly an excellent speaker, right?" "It is obvious that he is a man of great intelligence and a scholar of the arcane arts." "Extremely," the other young man agreed enthusiastically. "Was this your first class?" "Yes. Also yours? "

I can feel his gaze on mine, but I do not break, rather I make my way out of the office at once while he shuts the door. As I exit, I lean against the door, my breath shuddering as I try to compose myself. “To what do I owe this pleasant visit from the youngest professor of this institution?” Victor’s voice shifts from predatory to sweet and welcoming. “I have heard a lot about you, Professor, and I just thought to drop by today. You major in history, and…”

He leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on me. “Miss Carson…” His voice drops. “You’re disgusted by me, but you don’t even know half the things I’ve done. Leave now.” “What things… Professor? Tell me.” I step closer; he remains nonchalant. The more I'm ignored, the more my annoyance flares. "What things, Professor?" “Get out, Sofia. Don’t make me give you another reason to hate me.” “I don’t hate you, Professor Lucien,” I refute. “You’re… a good person.”

He didn’t just look at the class; he assessed us, each and every one. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. It rolled through the room, effortlessly commanding perfect silence. “Welcome to Philosophy 301. I’m Professor Victor Graham.” Professor Graham's voice was calm and brave. The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine. It was rich, warm, and devastatingly male, wrapping around me like a velvet cloak; it was like no other. My pulse quickened, and I crossed my legs tightly, hoping to steady the heat building between them.

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

I practically take it everywhere like I do to the necklace I inherited from my late Mom. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the next announcement made my chest drop. “ Everybody, I would like you to meet professor Aaron Devinsky. The youngest billionnaire of our time.” The class cheered. I stared at him, puzzledly. “ What's he doing here?” The VC continued. “From today, he's your professor and course coordinator for communication and international public relations.” " Oh my God!"

The room slowly filled with students, the chatter dying down as a short, stout man with a perfectly manicured white beard walked to the center of the floor. “Good morning, students,” he boomed, his voice filling the hall. “I am Professor Albright. Welcome to Foundational Arcane Theory.” He launched into his lecture, his words weaving a complex picture of the very essence of magic. He called it the Inner Spark, the core of mana that resides within every supernatural being, connecting them to the flow of the universe.

Instead, he was now conveying a silent apology for a crime unbeknownst to me. “Marcus, can we help you?” Principal Sherman suddenly said. Marcus’ eyes darted towards him. “I think I have the evidence everyone’s so keen on finding.” “Marcus Stenfield?” I heard Alpha Darren stand up from his place at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” “Allow me to introduce him,” said Principal Sherman. “Marcus Stenfeild is the guest professor for this semester. He trains our students in combat.” “Why wasn’t I informed about this?” Alpha looked offended, and then he turned to Marcus again, “Please accept my apology. It is a shame for us to meet like this.”

"Don't know about you but Miss Julik was a pain in the butt." I giggled. "Kinda right there though." He mirrored my expression and suddenly our conversation was cut down when the door opened and entered the new Professor---the same one which we had seen earlier in the cafeteria. Grey's eyes turned into slits and he quietly said, "pinch me. I must be dreaming Rose. Pinch me, I said." I was about to reply when his deep, husky voice boomed around the class. "Afternoon students. I'm Professor Edoardo Piaci, your new Psychology 6501 teacher." He paused, taking in each and every face, before resuming, "I believe, you all have finished the HIV trauma infused research paper handed by the previous te