Acuity Academy Novels & Stories

If Ace found something interesting, he would do anything for it. “If he’s only a doctor or a smartass like you, he shouldn’t possess such great physical skills.” Aaron frowned. “Ace is a gifted child, got it? He got straight A’s in all his subjects for moral, academics, physical education, aesthetics, and labour education. He mastered twelve languages. He’s proficient in psychology, surgery, and forensic medicine…” By the time Benjamin finished speaking, his voice trembled a little.

•Serena's POV• The Academy of Dark Arts. The Academy was made out of dark stone. Aged bricks bearing the weight of the massive structure. The long yards of plush white carpeting, overlaid by Tibetan rugs clashed with the newly designed crystal chandeliers. The Academy also had a prison where guilty witches and warlocks await their punishment. They were to serve us and make us more powerful and dominant over every other pack in the realm.

“And believe me, they’ll make sure you can still fight like hell while you’re at it.” I tried to act like I wasn’t shaken. Like it didn’t mean more to me than it should have. But deep down, something warm began to flicker in my chest. Maybe this was what belonging felt like. Two days later, we rode north, following the ancient trade road that led to the Academy of the Moon. The Academy was neutral territory—open to all packs willing to send their heirs to learn peace, strategy, and power without bloodshed. It sat nestled between the mountains, carved from silverstone and white granite, its towers spiraling toward the sky like fingers of the gods.

The school was to resume next week but as a boarder, you have to resume a week earlier. We walked into the big school gates as we walked into the reception. "Welcome to Frost Academy!!" A black woman in Afro and a black gown said as she shone her 32 teeth. "You must be Mrs Akeredolu!! I've been waiting for you , and you must be Deraline!!" She said as she gave my mom a chair as I stood near her . I didn't feel like sitting, I couldn't wait to get to my dorm and feel the warm comfy bed that my cousin Similoluwa talks about.

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

I hunch over as he draws closer and he tilts his head to study me. "I won't hurt you. If anything I'll make you feel superb, wouldn't you agree?" No. He raises a brow. I quickly nod. "It is dark outside now." I whisper. "And?" "Our deal. If we are going to start over, and mend our relationship, we have to be honest." "A good start! Good girl. Now, what do you know about incubi?" "They can teleport. Feed on blood, energy, emotions. Have two forms. Can heal themselves. Apparently, there's a hierarchy or like a caste system. They can manipulate minds, and possess bodies." He grins menacingly and I panic. Did I mess up?

“I hate this academy.” “Everyone does,” Soreya said. “The successful ones just learn to hate it productively.” They left the Hollow Residence together and crossed the lower path toward the central medical wing. The academy looked different in this false morning light. Less haunted at first glance, more architectural. The black stone towers rose against the dim crimson sky, and the silver-veined paths glimmered beneath their feet.

Chapter 68: Slow Recovery Nico sat on the edge of the massive bed in Elara’s suite, the silky black sheets cool against his palms. His head still pounded like a drum, and every bruise on his ribs and face throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The room felt too luxurious—too clean, too warm, too safe—to be real. He remembered BludHeaven Academy. He remembered the rumors about it accepting scholarship students every year—humans trying to integrate with vampires post-Accords.

"This right here is is just a lounge for studying. I've seen more make out sessions happen here than actual studying," there wasn't much to the first floor other than the study lounge on the left and bathroom on the right. The maroon wall of the lounge went well with the warm fluorescent light in the room. The one thing that did catch my eyes was the silver engraving of the Luveldom Academy name and symbol on the olive green wall. We resumed our journey and proceeded to go up the stairs. Luckily for me, Yumena held my bags which saved me from a task of complete struggle. My thighs eventually began responding to the excess amount of stairs. We had only reached the third floor and Yumena looke

if you have a mother that is as influencial, popular and a billionaire politician as Veronica Hampton, of course you'd learn to control your emotions. "What do you mean by that? we have less than three months before graduation. I don't understand why anyone will change school at this point." Ace said casually. Anitra smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Are you scared, Hampton?" Asked, Anitra. Ace still appear casual and unconcerned as he replied Anitra. "Why should I be scared of you, Steel? I'm just looking out for you, for old time sake." Ace turned and face Coach. "Training in an hour, right?" he asked.