Blossoms Academy Novels & Stories

Amid the teasing, Vera blushed and began counting on her fingers. "First, he has to love me deeply. Deep enough to tattoo my name over his heart. "Second, he has to be brave. I heard that on Moonwatch Cliff, there is a briar rose bush. He must pick a stalk for me. "Third—" Before she could finish, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open. "Mr. Wren sends his regards and presents these gifts in honor of Miss Vera’s birthday. May she be well and happy."

A howl rose, distant and mournful. Ashwyck Academy didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a test. And monsters or not... I wasn’t planning on failing.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

I hand't even realized I had fallen asleep on Cody's shoulder. He quirked an eyebrow, smiling down at me, "Morning, sleepyhead. You gonna get the door?" I grinned as is stood up and headed to the door while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I yawned as I pulled the door open before freezing in spot. "Zac?" He smiled a little, "Hey, Bloom." He adjusted his bag straps on his shoulders. "You up for tutoring? Apparently we're all going to Jade's after school tomorrow so I figured we could study right now."

This — her mother on a terrace in Begur, talking about her father in full sentences, watching the sea. "Let's come back in the summer," Valentina says. Rosa looks at her. "You have summer camp. For the programme." "After." A pause. Then Rosa nods once, in the way of a woman who has learned to take good things quietly, before they change their mind. The international marketing track acceptance arrives in April, two weeks before the end of the academic year.

It was old, the stone heavy and impressive. **Admissions** It says. The letter said to go to Admissions first. So this must be it, the heart of Nightbloom Academy. The driver cleared his throat. “We’re here.” “Oh,” I said quickly. “Right. Thank you.” I got out and looked around. There were students everywhere. They all looked the same at first, but then I noticed the details. They wore black blazers with a silver design, a book with roses around it. The boys wore white shirts and trousers, and the girls wore skirts. Everyone’s shoes shined.

“Very well, since you’ve discovered my secret, no one can escape. Everyone shall die.” With that said, her neatly tied hair fell apart at this moment. The black lotus rose from under her feet, lifting her high. The senior’s voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell as she said, “In Blossoms Valley, I have the highest practice and qualifications, so why did Blossoms become Blossoms Fairy?” “It’s not fair!” Marigold took a step forward and said to the senior, “I’m surprised that you have such a bad attitude and fell onto a diabolic path.

Late Night, Academy Gardens The moonlight spilled softly over the tranquil academy gardens, casting an ethereal silver glow on the dew-kissed petals of the night-blooming flowers and painting the familiar landscape in long, pale shadows. I desperately needed air—a sense of open space, away from the watchful eyes and the constant undercurrent of tension. The intensity of the combat assessment, Caelum’s subtle taunts, Lysander’s persistent intrusions, and the triplets’ simmering, possessive anger—it had all become too much to process within the confines of the academy walls.

She brought up a microphone and then began speaking with her deep yet commanding voice. “Students of Sun and Moon Academy, welcome! The drawing ceremony for the annual Sun and Moon games is about to begin.” Everyone began cheering with the utmost excitement. April Rose watched as the walls behind Miss Foxglove gradually opened, revealing a part of the hall she didn’t even know existed. As the walls split apart, it proudly revealed the academy’s emblem made out of bronze. Along with the emblem were four flags—two on either side—each having their own color and insignia.