Blackwell Academy Life Is Strange Novels & Stories

But the thought of leaving, of breathing air that didn't smell like Kazimir or even risk running into him and seeing his stupid face was too tempting. "Fine," I said. "Let's go." --- The academy was called Blackthorn Academy. It was nestled in a valley between mountains, all gray stone and arched windows and sprawling green fields. The gates were iron, elaborate, engraved with wolves in mid-leap. The grounds were immaculate. I felt grossly underdressed. I had picked up a pair of jeans and a shirt. I should have at least done a little bit better. Or wore a nice dress, I thought. One of those new dresses in the closet courtesy of Kazimir.

She turns away and drops the plant into the waste bin like it means nothing. They both act as if nothing strange just happened, but something did. I raised my voice at a stranger. I growled. I don’t growl. I’ve never growled. “Was that normal?” Roxy asks. “Very normal,” Kalb replies, peeling off her gloves. “It’s a common response for someone who already has a beast.” I almost laugh at her conclusion. “I don’t have a beast.” “You do,” Kalb looks at me, unbothered. “And you don’t.”

He just went towards the exit, as if it was the only mission in his head. He felt strange emotions filling up his head , giving him strange thoughts. Ben was among the students of his age after 5 years, so it was a little too much for him . He never got to experience a normal school life , now he was drafted to fight aliens instead of a normal college life, he never got to experience romance , action or any other normal stuff which he should have experienced. Allison had also experienced a different lifestyle , she was from a place where nature taught lessons , not school , so she was different than normal girls and acted more or less like a boy.

Seeing his host’s rarely seen chill-inducing smile, Blackie’s entire chip tingled with dread, “Think about it! Think about your high specs! Worldborn are balance-breaking existences! Beautiful beyond compare! Both smart and athletic! Gifted in everything they try! And a great personality to boot! Fuck, you are practically the definition of a dream lover! If we just left it like that, wouldn’t the whole world be plunged into chaos?! You’d cause downfalls of nations!” Blackie’s speech was so rapid, Noah could imagine him spraying his spit everywhere in his efforts to explain. “In the best-case scenario, you might get harassed and sexually assaulted! In worst, kidnapped, locked up, and raped by

I walk into my first class of the day and immediately sit at the back. I fiddle with the buttons on my sweater as I wait for other students to make their way in. My schedule is almost the same to what I was enrolled in at Waindale High School, except for two electives. They've been replaced with nutrition and wellness and the very mysterious lycanthropy. Vivianne explained before class that it's something the humans at the Academy can take. It teaches them about their fellow students, how to cope with the idea, and how to view the world from this new perspective without becoming overwhelmed.

It is where the strongest are chosen to move on, and the weak either die, quit, or get expelled. Werewolf Academy isn’t your regular human university. There, we are taught the necessary skills to survive the incoming war. We study like the human do, but learning their science and technology is in no way fundamental to us. We have the Moon Goddess. We have portals. We have her blessed magic. We have pack telepathy. What better way to communicate than that?

The academy loomed in the distance, its tall spires and grand archways filling me with a sense of wonder and awe. As I disembarked from the train, I couldn't help but notice the strange looks and whispers from the other passengers. It was as if they knew something I didn't, and the unease I had felt on the train began to resurface. I made my way to the entrance of the academy, my nerves and excitement growing with each step. As I approached the grand doors, they suddenly swung open, revealing a figure dressed in a long black cloak. "Welcome to Madland," the figure said in a deep, ominous voice. "You have been chosen to join our ranks."

Blackthorne Academy had never been quiet. Not truly. It whispered. It hunted. It waited. Every stone carried a memory. Every tower held a secret. Every Red Moon sharpened teeth. But tonight— The Academy exhaled. Silence settled over the grounds—not the tense silence before violence, but the calm that follows survival. The war was over. The Gate was sealed. The dead finally slept. And for the first time since stepping through the iron gates with a suitcase and a terrified heartbeat, Lyra Hawthorne didn’t feel like prey.

Mist clung to the broad woodland surrounding it, thick enough to cover anythingwolves, shadows, maybe even bodies. My pulse was hammered. “This looks like a haunted castle, not a school.” The tall man’s mouth twisted in a humorless smile. “That’s because this place doesn’t teach the living. It trains survivors.” My throat is dry. I murmured, “And if I don’t survive?” The younger agent with the disconcerting blue eyes leaned closer, too close. His breath ghosted over my ear. “Then you’ll be food.” I flinched, but the woman silenced him with a harsh glare before opening the car door. “Rory Hale. Welcome to Obsidian Academy.”

This was planned. Blake was not attacked by accident. My chest felt tight as I reached the edge of the academy grounds. The wind shifted, carrying scents from beyond the boundary. Then my wolf reacted sharply. Foreign. Not academy. Not pack. I stopped dead. My senses stretched outward, heart pounding. There it was again. A strange wolf scent near the academy boundary. Fresh. Close. My blood turned cold. Blake was in real danger.