Bookish Box Zodiac Academy Novels & Stories

Then Alice suddenly produces a black envelope from her bag. “Oh, Zahra! I nearly forgot—this arrived for you this morning. From your pack.” I take it, wondering what I could’ve received from Blood Moon. I assume it’s something from Allison or maybe Abby. I’m barely focused on what I’m doing, still chatting with Xander about alliances. But when I glance down to read it, I freeze. My breath stops. I blink, struggling to process the words on the page. Night Howler Advanced Warrior Training Academy Night Howler Pack

“I don’t know. I don’t feel her.” You will, the voice said. When the blood moon rises. You will shift. And then… they will find you. The voice vanished. The light faded. Silence fell. (Tessa’s POV — Back at Camp) I had gone to Leo’s tent, hoping to find a tactical scroll I could sneak back into Ignas’ room. But while rifling through the side compartment of his trunk, my fingers brushed against something hard. Wooden. Small. I pulled it out. It was a lockbox. Old, carved with a Dominic Pack crest—and sealed by a strange mechanism shaped like a crescent moon.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

he muttered. "Maybe they don't have messages there?" Lethabo asked he took the remains of the letter from Jordon hand, inspecting the last page. "This an extensive list. We use a lot of these things ourselves but the wand is new and I've never heard of these books or the Authors," he said, looking up and seeing the confused looks on Sebestian and Dell faces. He read the rest of the letter out LUNA LAND SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

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.”

He could feel something was not right. The girl turned around and looked at the direction Axel was pointing with his nod. "If you want to take a look at it and destroy it just because you're looking for someone, you might lose your football scholarship for that." She replied while she looked at the box. Adam didn't dare breathe while the other two were talking. Then she turned her head again to look at Axel directly. "Those books are for the archives and only the university's official research team has authorized access to it--which are older than your great grandfather and more expensive than the school's entire budget. Feel free to destroy your future by taking a peek."

The once blue sky had suddenly turned red as blood. Hello guys, The Lycan Academy is coming to an end. Thank you for your much needed support so far. Really appreciate it.

We have; House Artemis and House Apollo which boards the Year Ones, then House Persephone and House Hades for the Year Twos, and finally, House Hera and House Zeus for the Year Threes, aka the seniors, aka us that are ready to hightail out of this shithole, fancy ass, elitist boarding school. Around the whole campus is a ring of thick forest, beyond which are the high gates that keeps us safely trapped, like an expensive cage. When mom had driven me to the school as a Year One student, I had been fascinated and excited to finally grace the halls of Acadia Academy. A week later however, I wanted to burn it down. It was Bibah who wrestled the matches out of my hands, figuratively and literally

“They’ve definitely spared no expense. Fancy.” Nikola nodded appreciatively, but his expression remained subdued. “It’s nice. But it’s going to take more than new clothes and books to make this feel like home.” Zoe stepped inside, running her fingers over the soft fabrics of the clothing on the bed. A thick leather-bound book sat on top of the pile with her name embossed in silver on the cover. She opened it to find a detailed training plan for the weeks ahead, with schedules for combat lessons, strategy workshops, and magical theory classes.

Jace’s POV The Academy was a furnace of whispers. By dawn, Zara’s name had already spread through every corridor, every classroom, every whispered exchange between students who thought their words wouldn’t carry. The news traveled faster than fire itself: Zara Blackwood had unleashed dragon flame. Her hybrid form wasn’t rumors anymore. It wasn’t whispered in the shadows. It was a fact. “She’s not a wolf,” one girl gasped as I walked past her cluster of friends. “She’s something else.”