Blackmore University Novels & Stories

He was very happy to see me. “I had no idea you would resume today, Miss Salvatore” he said, shaking my hand briefly before offering me a seat. “You see, Mr Blackmore is the major shareholder of this college. Don’t worry, just come to me for anything, anytime.” He said, beaming with smiles. A major shareholder? It’s literally more like he owns the college.

I said. He looked at me. “We were not at the same institution,” he said. “Blackwood and Pembroke are unrelated, I was not her student when we came to Cambridge. There is no institutional relationship between us that Pembroke has any standing to question.” “Then they have nothing,” I said. “Formally nothing,” he said. “But formally nothing and practically nothing are different things. Harrison does not need a rule to make things difficult, he needs a reason to keep looking.”

Everyone knows Damon hates being touched. 🗣️ She made a fool of herself. 🗣️ Not just herself—her whole family. Gossip spread as the redhead rose shamefully, nose bleeding. She fled in tears. Other women quickly abandoned any thoughts of approaching Damon. The party carried on as if nothing happened. Businessmen tried to pitch him contracts, but Damon ignored them all. --- BLACKRIDGE COLLEGE Blackridge College was where the rich ruled and scholarship students survived with grit. Its facilities and professors were top-tier, making it the most prestigious school in the state.

The building behind me looked just as depressing as always with cracked walls, rusted railings, laundry hanging from balconies like no one cared anymore. Nothing about it felt like mine but Blackthorn University did. Or at least it was supposed to. I started walking. The streets of Edevane City were already waking up. Cars passed smoothly, too clean, too expensive. Students in perfect coats got into private cars like it was normal. I kept my eyes forward as there was no point comparing. Blackthorn wasn’t just a university. It was another world. One where people didn’t worry about rent or food or surviving the month.

"I studied for my doctorate degree in Ireland. A great place by the way. If we were to get married, I'll take you there for our honeymoon." "We barely know each other." I quickly retorted. He was going ahead of himself. "Time Becca! We've got time." He said, letting out his cute chuckle. I rolled my eyes. "As I was saying," he continued, "when I was there, after two years in college, my mother died." "I'm so sorry." I sympathised. "It's fine! Our days are limited anyway. Not such a big deal." He assured, getting out of topic, again.

Daniel snatched the letter and glanced at it, then stiffened. "That the actual fuck…” he reacted to what he saw. “The audacity. That university is a scam, I don't want you going back anyway. It's their loss!" I saw it and gasped, Raven snarling so loudly inside my head it hurt. At the very bottom of the page… "No Black wolves allowed" was boldly written. "No black wolves allowed? Is this a joke? I thought they had started accepting Black students?" My mother scoffed, unable to believe her eyes.

"Are you ready for your first day of college?" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. "Very" I responded, excited to finally start my days in Partha Octia University. The University was made for us supernatural kids that wanted jobs in supernatural fields. I was entering the medical field specializing in werewolves, minoring in shape shifters. A lot of the anatomy is the same there. I was finally moving out of this small town, ready to meet new people. I had been secluded to a handful of werewolves and a couple fairies here, however; I was about to enter into a world full of different creatures and the excitement was eating away at me.

I walked past the monochrome-colored tiles, dropping the newspaper collection and the weird-looking stone on the dining table. With a relaxed mind, I headed back to my room, rolling under the sheets for a nice sleep. The sounds of wails and screams crust into my ears, my head banging with the interruption. What had happened to have caused such a peaceful neighborhood to be in shambles? Well, Father Timothy might be having some deliverance program. He is a man of great

“But it’s not something we talk about in open air.” Scarlet hesitated, suspicion clouding her face. But the thought of Mira...her little sister locked up somewhere in that hellish university...was enough to make her follow. They entered an empty lecture room, the smell of old ink and wolf musk thick in the air. Moonlight filtered through cracked glass windows, painting both of them in fractured silver light. Grey leaned against a desk, crossing his arms. “Everyone in Blackwood University has a ranking,” he began, voice casual but careful. “You already know that, right?”

The Return to Blackwood Academy The whole of Greyhaven town boom with gossip, the murmurs of Henry’s choice still echoing through cafés, streets, and markets. Yet for Henry, the true test of his decision was not in the whispers of Greyhaven or the roars of wolves in Blue Moon, nor even in the silence of Damien Dowell’s skyscraper. It was here, in the heart of his past—at Blackwood Academy.