A Barbarian Was Admitted To The Academy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

One hand slid up to fist in my hair, tilting my head back so he could angle in harder, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue while the other hand clamped possessively around the back of my neck, keeping me exactly where he wanted me. My breath rushed in faster. When he pulled back, his eyes burned. “The academy is not for the weak, Amber.”

“And why would you think that?“ He said. “I'm not stupid Alex, you asked about my family over the weeks I've been here and I've told you but whenever I ask about your parents you avoid the topic. Like you were embarrassed about them but turns out you were embarrassed to be with me. You didn't want them finding out because you knew this would happen” “I never expected this. We value strength amongst our kind, especially among leaders. Weakness is a luxury we cannot afford. But I thought I could turn you into one of us and that would solve the matter “But alas you wouldn't survive the transition” Rebecca said “Humans are too weak. Just like how you're too weak to bare him pups” Crack..!!! I he

“Plenty of friends inside. If you survive the first week, that is.” I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The gates opened with a bone-shaking groan. Inside, the academy was worse than I imagined—cold courtyards, towering battlements, and training fields stained with old blood. Armed instructors lined the walkways, their eyes following us like wolves watching fresh meat. The wagon stopped abruptly. “Out!” barked a voice. We were unshackled and shoved into formation one by one. I stumbled slightly as the chain was removed, my legs weak from the hours-long ride, but I straightened my spine.

His hands were clenched so tightly on the desk in front of him that his knuckles gleamed white. His gaze burned into me, dark, sharp, filled with something I couldn’t name. Rage. Fear. Hunger. And then his hand slipped, leaving a smear of blood on the wood where his nails had cut his skin. He didn’t move toward me. Didn’t speak. But the weight of his stare followed me out. By nightfall, the whole Academy was buzzing. Every corridor I walked, whispers followed. Lyra Hawthorne isn’t powerless. She’s marked. And every Alpha knows it now.

It's even shining. Or is it my eyes? I close my eyes, opening it slowly, and yes, it's still sparkling as though it's brand new. Why can't things ever be normal in this academy? There's either white haired twins stalking you or an infuriating Alpha who's protective and yet mean to you. I do not recommend this academy. ‎ ‎"Please don't be cursed. Please don't be cursed," I silently pray as I reach for the parchment. ‎ ‎I touch it, looking around to see if anything odd will happen but everywhere is quiet.

Raw, merciless, and dripping with lust, this is a story of a king who would burn kingdoms for the perfect fuck. Chapter 1: The Royal Claim King Torvald lounged on his massive obsidian throne, one leg draped over the armrest, as the heavy doors of the great hall swung open and his returning war party dragged in their latest prizes. At thirty eight, Torvald was a mountain of a man, broad-shouldered, thick with muscle from years of conquest, his dark hair streaked with silver and his body marked by scars that only made him more imposing. His cock, already half-hard beneath his crimson robes, twitched at the sight of the newest captive: a towering barbarian warrior captured from the northern tri

A faint smile tugged at my lips despite the ache spreading through my chest. When you hear about my death... don't blame yourself. Please don't cry. Minutes later, the towering pack house finally came into view. My heartbeat quickened. The massive silver gates swung open, revealing dozens of warriors standing in formation. Then my eyes landed on the man standing at the top of the stone steps. I froze. Cassian Vance? The future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack. He looked nothing like the boy I remembered from the academy. He was taller now and broader. His black hair shifted gently beneath the breeze, while his cold silver eyes carried the same intimidating gaze I remembered.

“Stop treating me like a helpless child. I can manage on my own.” Elena’s expression faltered for just a moment, but she recovered with a small, sad smile. While I looked away, pretending to adjust my bag, she quietly placed the package inside the carriage anyway. I pretended not to notice. The carriage door closed behind me, and the horses began to move. I didn’t look back at the mansion. Not once. The journey to the Royal Werewolf Academy took two full days, and for the first time in my life, I tasted something close to freedom. The carriage rolled through landscapes I had only heard about in stories. We passed the towering spires of the Shadow Kingdom, where dark forests seemed to whisper

Bartimaeus hummed and as he felt her disappear and cloaked himself and his charge in flames and transported them back to Hale Academy. \\ Humans could be so similar sometimes…\\ xXxXx (End of Chapter 6)