Blackwater Academy Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

“Stop. I want you to listen to me very carefully as I’m only going to say this once.” “Y-Yes, sir.” “My daughter will never set foot in your academy again. Effective immediately, her enrollment is terminated.” “I understand your anger, Mr. Blackwood, but if you’ll allow us to explain—” “You will remove every record connected to Ava Blackwood from your system. Her registration, medical records, emergency contacts, photographs—everything.” The woman drew in a shaky breath. I knew this was going to be a huge loss for the academy. Having Ava as a student wasn’t just good for their reputation. It would have started a long-term partnership with Blackwood Enterprises, bringing funding, growth, and

At the center of it all sits Celeste Valentina Morau—Dean of Storm Academy, Legendary Bloodwizard Vampire and Storm Queen of the Swarm War, deep crimson eyes scanning each page with centuries-old precision despite her youthful appearance. Today’s pile is from BludHeaven Academy in Santa Cruz. Every file has already been rubber-stamped by Principal Isolde Veyra—pre-approved, vetted, ready for her final signature. She knows the system: only the edge cases, the special ones, the potentially volatile ones make it to her desk. She flips through applications mechanically—stamp, sign, set aside—until one folder stops her cold. **Nico Black.** The photo clipped to the front is stark: pale skin, blac

They laughed. Later, heading to night class, Dre stopped. Ethan sensed danger. “We know you’re out there. Come out and talk peacefully,” Ethan announced. They emerged from the dark, uniforms on, deadly weapons in hand. “Fvck—they’re trying to kill us!” Dre cursed. “We know you’re not rich kids. Blackwood Academy is for rich kids. Our parents didn’t attend school to let street urchins join. We sniffed you out,” one man said, his drug addiction evident.

“You think this is over? You’ve only broken the lock. The thing beneath the Black Moon stirs, child. And it remembers your name.” Kaelira’s blood ran cold. “No,” she whispered. “The Echo was the last of it. I destroyed it.” “You destroyed its shell,” Varyn said. “But its heart — the true Black Moon — was never in this world to begin with. It’s waiting. And it’s calling you home.” Zevran stepped forward. “Then we’ll burn your god a second time.” Varyn’s expression softened, almost pitying. “You can’t fight the storm, boy. You can only drown in it.”

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”

My wolf is howling underneath my skin, demanding things I can't give her, recognizing things I don't want to understand. Blackthorne. An extinct bloodline. A girl who looks exactly like my mother. And she's just been enrolled at the same academy where I've spent seven years becoming untouchable. I find her on the third floor of the dormitory building. My senses lead me right to her door, and I don't bother knocking. I just open it and walk inside with Marcus following behind me like he's finally figured out that this situation is serious. She's unpacking a single worn suitcase, and she looks up at me with those violet eyes, and I can see the moment she realizes exactly what I am.

Students started looking at each other and whispering quickly. "This is so stupid," Samuel murmured, but I gave him a cold stare. He huffed and looked at the crowd. "We are offering a full academic fellowship and a direct advisory role for this project," Elena added, leaning toward her microphone. "If the author of this proposal is in this room, or if anyone knows who drafted the Q3 Liquidity Buffer model, please report to the faculty department." I moved away from the podium and watch the room fill with open discussion. 'Whoever you are,' I thought, looking out at the crowd of students, 'you can't stay hidden forever.'

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.