Academy Genius Blinker Novel Novels & Stories

My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning. The wards trembled. The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me. My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks. The door behind me opened with a low groan.

Just then, I heard the sound of heels outside the door, along with the tap of a cane against the floor. Evelyn was back. I instinctively hid the form behind me, slipping it into the gap in the couch. The door opened to Evelyn stepping in. She carefully felt her way forward while holding her cane. Her acting was terrible. She didn't look anything like a blind person. How did I ever believe her so completely? It was probably because I loved Evelyn. Love made one blind. And it turned out I was the one who had been blind all along. Evelyn didn't notice anything off about me. She felt her way over to the couch and wrapped her arms around my waist.

“Bloodbane sounds insane. Monstra Fidelis sounds illegal. Spellcraft is dangerous. And student council can choke.” “You know you’d win every single fight in Monstra Fidelis.” “Don’t tempt me,” I growled, adjusting my cuffs. “Let me survive house selection first.” I grabbed my N.O.V.A., scrolled down, and bookmarked both Bloodbane and Monstra Fidelis. Just in case. The portal would activate soon. I smoothed down my jacket, swiped my lip gloss across my mouth (because trauma is temporary but hotness is forever), and grabbed my N.O.V.A. and class packet.

"The power that came from me murdered Grace and Jack?" "Yes, dear," the Headmaster said, reaching for my hand to comfort me. I shakily jerk my hand out of reach and begin to rise from the couch. "This has got to be a joke," I mumbled as I turned to exit the room. Before I could reach the door, the Headmaster grabbed my shoulder, and visions from that night started racing through my mind. I can see a streak of bright white light coming from my body and aiming straight towards the man who tried to assault me; on the other side, I can see Jack and Grace bobbing their heads to the music, talking and laughing amongst themselves. I see Miles racing towards them with his hands stretched as if tryin

Leaning against my desk with my arms crossed, I ask, "What did your old bedroom look like?" "Even messier than yours," Lennox replies, flipping through a hefty graphic novel titled Duncan the Wonder Dog by Adam Hines, one of my favorites. "Nirvana and Blink 182 posters covering the walls, only school books scattered around, an expensive surround sound system, and a punching bag." He rotates the novel vertically as he flips through the panels. "In short, I was cooler than you." I manage an irritated smile. "It's like you're intentionally trying to get kicked out of my bedroom or something."

The cloth around it created a mind-blowing sensation that Ace almost bounced from the bed. "I've been reading a book about BDSM" Blaze looked up at Ace with his seductive gaze as he continued to gently run his teeth through the cloth around Ace's dick. Ace gaped at Blaze as he nervously gulped at the glint of mischief that he is seeing in Blaze's eyes. "Blaze..." Ace mumbled nervously while he gulped hard. ****😉😳😉****

No leverage. As a wolfless Omega, the only reason I got into Moonlight Academy—the elite werewolf school every pack dreamed of getting their heirs into—was because I was a complete nerd. While everyone else was out running drills or flirting at pack bonfires, I was buried in books, trading sleep for study hours. But grades alone didn’t buy survival here. Reputation was just as important. And if Melinda’s father—Alpha Bobby of the Blue Moon Pack, my pack—decided to whisper something nasty about me to the right people, the Academy could toss me out without blinking.

Lexa I rise on my elbows and blink up at Kaleb. My vision goes spotty for several seconds before repairing itself, but my brain feels like a leaden weight. I’m not sure I’m actually here now, in this room, bracing myself over the side of Kaleb’s bed while my stomach pitches and rolls, the taste of magic heavy on my tongue. “B-Blake? Where did you hear–hear that name?” I’m going to vomit. I don’t think I can help it. My body lurches, and I end up on my knees on the ground before Kaleb can steady me. I close my eyes, the room spinning for several seconds before wobbling back to normal.

A line has been crossed. From far away, I hear the academy alarm begin to ring. Blake closes his eyes. “The night broke,” he says quietly. And I know nothing will be the same again.

The book's page magically flips against itself, and it lands on a blank page. I narrow my eyes, to see if I read anything, because I can feel the mad voltage of energy buzzing inside me. My power is alive. I love this. The words start on the pages with invisible ink. It forms a series of motion pictures featuring Maddox and Jaden tied side by side in a dark room, swords hitting against their bodies, butchering and mutilating them alive. When the sword is about to chop off their heads, I forcefully close the book. “No! We have to go to the academy,” I screamed suddenly.