Blackwater Academy Novels & Stories

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I just… don’t understand what I am. And no one believes me. Not my therapist, not the school, not even the guy who kissed me last month and then claimed I “wasn’t worth the weirdness.” I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I don’t cry. I haven’t cried in weeks. Tears feel pointless now. Useless. Instead, I think about Blackmoor Academy. I’ve heard rumors. Rich kids talk. Especially the ones who got kicked out of other schools. Some say it’s a place for problem children. Others whisper darker things. That it’s not just a school.

I must have drifted off to sleep, I woke up to my mother shaking me awake “Hey baby, we are here.” I looked out the window, my jaw dropped, Blackbird Academy wasn’t at all what I expected, it looked like it was plucked off a hillside in London and transplanted here right in the dry heat of Louisiana. It wasn’t a college, it was one huge castle surrounded with a bunch of little castles, and the only thing that was missing was a mote and a draw bridge. “Yeesh, this is impressive, intimidating, maybe a little scary, but impressive.” Mom let out a whistle

“Us.” We spill out of the Academy’s side door, into the blackened night. The storm hasn’t broken—it’s raging. Lightning forks across the sky, painting the forest in jagged white scars. Rain slicks the earth, mud sucking at our boots as we sprint into the tree line. The woods beyond the school are alive with movement—branches thrash, shadows shift, eyes glimmer in the underbrush. The banshees find us first.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Months prior, Alpha Malcolm had presented me with a prestigious opportunity: to serve as an agricultural strategist at Black Widow Pack’s academy farm. The same academy where I had once been a prodigy—where I’d first crossed paths with Nathaniel, and where I’d mastered critical techniques in communal survival and sustainable leadership.

His aura became dark, I had to give him a slack his mother death was catastrophic, since his uncle found out about his existence and that he will never have a child of his own as a punishment from Selene for killing his alpha, most importantly his brother, the rumors went crazy of the usurper alpha of the black rose pack. I came back to the reality as Ade knocked the door, she went in and looked at me, she was in a long baby pink dress dread with golden flowers embroidery around the waist with a heart cut and mesh straps that came off her back, she walked in and looked at me “you looking fucking gorgeous Luka” she said, I replied standing up fixing my dress as I stand ”so are you Ade”, anoth

His scaled arm wrapped around Carly’s torso, dragging her off me with enough force to break bone, but her body only twisted unnaturally, absorbing impact like something built from rubber and stone instead of flesh. She screeched and clawed at the air as Theo pinned her to the wall, his wings scraping the ceiling, his jaws bared inches from her face. “Do not make me kill her,” he growled, voice vibrating the room. Carly only laughed. It was Jon’s laugh. Cold. Amused. Clinical. “She is not the last,” the voice said. “She is a demonstration. A preview. Very soon, Blackwater will be filled with new forms. Stronger than wolves. Loyal to one purpose.”

A bold red headline at the top of the screen read, 'Mass Casualty at Blackwood Academy: Entire Student Body and Faculty Found Dead Overnight. My mind went completely blank for a moment before I opened the article. The report was brief, brutal, and hard to believe. 'All 5,000 students and faculty at Blackwood High died the night before due to catastrophic bleeding. Only two students who missed the study hall survived.' I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the phone as my entire body started to shake. 'How is this happening?' Only last night, those people were still alive. My classmates. My teachers. Everyone I had known for the past three years.