Blackwater Academy Novels & Stories

“First-year heirs.” Every head turns towards the balcony above. A woman stands there in black. The same one who did the welcome announcement. Now i clearly look at her. She looks about mid forties, hair in a severe bun. Composed and immaculate. “Welcome to Blackthorn Sovereign Academy.” The name settles over us like a verdict. “You are the next lifeline of this world. Gathered with purpose.” A pause. “This will not be an ordinary college experience. This is a battlefield. You will prove you are worthy to inherit what you were born into.”

Cold Seattle air brushed against my skin immediately. The second the car drove away, taking Mom, Jane, and Jessie with it, the nervousness hit me harder than before. I was alone now......Completely alone. I slowly turned toward the giant black gates standing proudly in front of me. BLACKWOOD ACADEMY.Even the name sounded intimidating.I inhaled deeply while staring at the massive campus behind the gates before forcing myself to move forward. Okay....I could do this.Students filled the courtyard, laughing loudly while walking toward different buildings dressed in the expensive-looking uniforms that somehow looked perfect on everyone.

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

With superhearings, everything seemed to be at your ear's disposal. "Welcome back, Vesper," Rosemary, one of the Restaurant's waiters, grinned. She moved in for a hug, which I accepted, and then her eyes flickered to Kelani. Rose was a werewolf as well. In fact, she was one of the alumni of the academy. Many of the students in the academy had nowhere else to go after finishing their studies. They were orphans or just abandoned kids by their parents after the latter realized they had special abilities. So, the Academy had made a special spot for those and anyone who intended to stay instead of going to the real world to explore other possibilities.

I haven't found mine yet but I'm not too worried because there is still time. I go to the werewolf academy for both boys and girls located on a small island in a secluded area and I'm in my last year. I and my twin chose to go to this academy rather than the other one just for Alphas, Betas and Gammas because we don't believe that just because we have a higher position that we should be superior, I mean we get the classes that we need at our academy and we befriend more people. The other academy is located a couple islands away but far enough that it would take a week to travel to each place by boat. Anyway, on with the story…

“Every school has its ghosts, especially the old ones. For Wani Academy, the most notorious of all was the Ayakashi, the vengeful spirit of a former student who took her own life by jumping into the drink. Eyewitnesses described a spectral being cloaked in a dark, watery aura, her long brown hair and clothes moving as though suspended, forever sealed in a coffin full of black water. She wore the old Wani Slayer uniform that people said was the same thing she wore when she dove to her death at the bottom of the Arctic sea; another victim of bullying who had sought reprieve by drowning herself. Whenever the ghost attempted to communicate, all one could hear was a hair-raising gurgle, a choking

I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut. Because that wolf? That snarling, eternal guardian? It was my father. Damian Blackwood. Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. Chancellor of this sprawling bastion of supernatural academia. Legend to the old guard who'd fought beside him in the Blood Wars. Monster to the rogue elements who still whispered of his ruthlessness in shadowed taverns. Savior to the packs, covens, and clans he'd pulled from the brink of extinction two decades ago, rebuilding Raven University from a charred ruin into the unassailable fortress it was today—the premier institution where the elite of our fractured world honed cl

Before, a puff of smoke surrounds them. I watched a group of black wolves race through the academy’s gates behind the enormous wolf. They attack the creatures. “Come on. They’re here to help,” Shannen yells as she helps me to my feet. “I feel dizzy,” I tell her as I try to stand up. Shannen pulls my good arm over her shoulder and helps me walk towards the academy.