Bookish Box Zodiac Academy Novels & Stories

Zhu Wushang asks as he produces a heavily sealed jade box from his storage ring. Holding within his palm, A jade box with the demonic seal inscription and many blood red demonic sealing talisman was plastered on it. This is the box that contains a Page of The Supreme Cosmic Scripture. It’s the same one he used to cultivate last night. This time he makes sure that whoever opens it without the Blood of The Liu Clan within their body or himself will get a nasty surprise.

Her voice carved through my thoughts, chasing away the chill that the Tower never failed to evoke. They held the respective student populations for both schools, along with the various magical types. Seeing as the Magisterium back home had more Elementals than in Zeke’s pack, it only made sense to send the spell book home. Either way, it’s pages would be scanned and entered into the Academy’s database so that all Witches would have access to the knowledge. “Works for me.” I nodded, sipping on the tea Ember had given me. The herbal mixture was a bit tart from the orange peels inside, but even they failed to hide the undertone of bitterness.

​I am Moon, a woman living at the bottom of this academy. This academy is located at the top of the mountain and the people who live below are the poor or "slap soil" as the rich call it. And yes, I am one of the poor called by the rich. Poor are forbidden in this school, It is full of rich and strong creatures here. But I am one of the lucky creatures who was given the opportunity to study at this school. ​ Yesterday was the anniversary of this school and yesterday also took place the picking of the name of the lucky creature who can enter this school for free. And I was one of the two names picked yesterday.

I never got to go there. "You haven't asked him." He shook his head slightly and closed the door. Everly shifted into a beautiful white wolf and began to run toward our house. He jogged around the car and opened the door. It was his favorite car. Blue Mercedes Benz. There are a lot of branded cars in the underground lot. Mostly they are designed by Jasper and his friends, Alessandro and Edward. They are part of 7A. 7A rules the wolves. And Alpha Queen Reina rules them. Everyone has to do what she asks, including me who hasn't ever met her. She's the headmaster of the supernatural academy. The name fits it. The students aren't normal. It's the only academy where all kinds of supernatural crea

I sniffled, rubbing the lonesome tear threatening to fall off her face. Instantly, Hilda held my hands in hers and warned with concern, “Kate, you can’t go to Umbra Academy. They’ll shred you alive over there.” “I know, Hilda. But there’s nothing I can do. My fate is sealed.” I said with defeat, lowering my head. Umbra Academy was a school for the elite of shifters and witches where they were taught how to rule and steer ahead in this power-hungry world. Although it seemed like a promising place, bullying and murder were often found to take place on its campus.

Enraged, Jessica wrenched her hand free and hastened towards Willow and the children. Zion approached, inquiring if Marco had gleaned any insights. With a shake of his head, Marco admitted he had none. Disgruntled, Zion strode off, his disbelief evident. Entering the packhouse, Zion returned to the room previously used by his witch and stumbled upon alarming inscriptions in a notebook marked, "He's mine."

The sconces on the walls were lit, but the flames burned blue, casting everything in a funeral glow. “You’re aware of the academy’s purpose, I presume?” “To educate and domesticate society’s charming little nightmares?” Another almost-smile. “We refine the raw potential of the gifted. Train those with bloodlines steeped in magic, curse, or darkness to control their natures.” “So I’m a tourist.” “No,” she said, glancing at me sidelong. “You’re an anomaly. And I do not abide mysteries without answers.” We passed beneath a vaulted archway, and I realized the walls were whispering. Not in a metaphorical way. Actual whispering. In a language I didn’t know but instinctively distrusted.

It was heavier than it looked, and she understood, holding it, that the weight had very little to do with the metal. The drive back to the academy was quiet in the specific way that comes after a conversation neither person is fully finished having. Zara held the box in her lap the whole way, feeling Caius glance at her every few minutes, checking without asking, and she let him, because some kinds of checking didn't need permission.

"Lad, you didn't practice. You imploded. If the mana had gone outward instead of inward, you would have taken the entire basement ceiling down on top of yourself. You aren't just a threat to the curriculum; you’re a liability to the safety of this academy." Bima looked away, his eyes scanning the infirmary. It was quiet, save for the low, rhythmic ticking of a clock and the hiss of a nearby alchemy burner. He felt empty—not just physically, but spiritually. The connection, the flow, the burning desire to prove his worth… it felt dampened, buried under a thick layer of exhaustion. "Where is it?" Bima whispered. "The book. The satchel." "Confiscated," Halloway replied, his gaze narrow. "Whatev

“There’s a party tonight! You should come. It’s a party for us outsiders so no awkward stares. No guys being creepier than usual.” “No uncalled-for hatefulness?” Zira finished for her. Aubrey laughed. “Exactly.” They made it to the bottom of the stair and headed toward the elevator. When it opened Zira pulled her book kart out. “Hey, do you know anything about these?’ she held up the pages of book requests she wasn’t able to find. Aubrey took them and looked over them for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t have gotten these. They’re all in the restricted section.” Zira frowned. None of the titles seemed like they should be restricted. They were all about politics, wolf pack hierarchy, and lunar p