Blackwater Academy Novels & Stories

The ground beneath our boots groaned. "They’re sealing the lower levels," Adrian hissed, increasing his pace. "The Council realizes we took Emily. They’re going to lock down the entire valley." We ran through the twisting tunnel, the incline slowly rising until a breath of fresh, freezing winter air hit my face. At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron grate was partially rusted open. Adrian kicked it completely off its hinges, and we stepped out into the dark, snowy woods bordering the academy grounds. The black lake stretched out before us, its dark water perfectly still under the moonlight. Parked near the dilapidated wooden boathouse was a sleek black sedan, its headlights turned off.

. "Luka, you aren't the only one in this room who has killed someone close to them. As I stated earlier, I started at Divine Academy the first year you started teaching. I went home during winter break that year, but I didn't return to school when the break ended. Rumor has it that I couldn't return to school because the war had broken out between the townsfolk and the royals, but that was only a partial truth. The war that occurred. It was my fault. I was spending the day with my best friend, Kirk. I showed off skills I'd learned in school those few short months. One of my favorite water skills I learned was creating a tsunami. Above water, tsunamis are easy to maintain. I can flatten my pa

Blackthorne Academy. 1 p.m. The gate of the Blackthorne Academy loomed ahead—like an entrance to another world. Maybe it was, because this is where the elites and the strongest warrior all over the kingdoms are groomed and trained. Lena heart raced as Darius pulled up in the driveway just before the dormitory. "I guess this is it," he said, stepping out and opening the car boot. Lena stepped out too, pulling out her two boxes. She had difficulty carrying them, so Darius took it from her, carrying it like it weighed nothing. "Should I help you carry it to your dorm?" He asked, his voice calm.

“Stick the kettle on then Chelsea because I really want to know what the fuck you are playing at?” “Biscuit?” I pushed the plate of cracked cookies over the table towards him. It was a lame thing to do but the longer I could postpone this conversation the better. I needed to think of a plausible excuse as to why Wicked had just been seen leaving my house. And so far I was coming up blank. “Sit your ass down, Chelsea.” Young Blood had flung his legs out just like Wicked had done. They were, all the same, the men of the Black Aces. They all thought they could boss me around.

"Aubrey, please, tell me you’re joking.” I blinked. “Why would I be joking?” She exhaled in sheer frustration. “Atlas Blackwood,” she repeated, “Son of Lucian Blackwood. Heir to the Blackwood dynasty. The next Alpha is the most powerful werewolf bloodline in existence. People say he was born to rule—like power runs through his veins instead of blood.” She swallowed, lowering her voice even more. “ Like, I have told you a second ago. It's rumored his family has owned Ashwood Academy for generations. The Headmistress? She doesn’t make a single decision without the Blackwoods approving it. They’re more than just a legacy—they’re a dynasty. And Atlas?” Her eyes flickered with something between a

Nothing, no scent, no sound, no sign that anyone had entered. A shaky breath escaped my lips as I clutched my pounding head. I staggered to my feet, guided only by the pale moonlight spilling through the window. My body felt like lead, weak, empty, and starving, my throat burned with dryness. I stumbled into the kitchen and drank water. I set the cup down, and that’s when it happened. A sharp, agonizing crack split through my bones, my knees buckled. No. Not again. I screamed as the shift overtook me, my bones twisting, reshaping, skin tearing. The black wolf emerged, ruthless and wild, trapping my soul behind its eyes.

"Listen! Look for Darryl! Find the three of them by hook or by crook. Either alive or dead!" "Yes, General!" Several minutes later, the black armored rider armies charged out of the Raksasa Tribe's territory to locate Darryl, Loona, and Natalie. … Elsewhere at Black Water Town. Black Water Town was situated between the Wild Deserted Secret Region and the Nine Mainland. It was about ten minutes away from the Raksasa Tribe, with a unique geographic location.

My name is written in perfect script: Zara Blackwood. My fingers tremble slightly as I break the seal and unfold the letter. Miss Blackwood, We are pleased to offer you a place at Blackwood Academy, a private boarding school for gifted students. Our campus, deep within the Ember Forest, provides a unique opportunity for young people like yourself to grow, learn, and thrive. Your term begins immediately.

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.

“You can't exactly call out 'heads up,' can you?” More snickers rippled through the room. I bent down to pick up the notebook, my long dark hair falling like a curtain around my face. The pages had scattered everywhere, my careful notes about werewolf history now trampled under expensive boots and designer heels. This was my life. Kaira Blackwood, the silent freak of Shadowdale Academy, the most prestigious supernatural boarding school on the West Coast. While other students mastered their wolf forms and dominated in their pack hierarchies, I sat in the back row, invisible and voiceless.