Campus Novels & Stories

I said, my voice softer, tinged with a melancholy I didn't intend. The SUV came to a gentle stop in the campus parking lot. As we got out and made our way toward the lecture hall, I felt an odd sense of nostalgia wash over me. College campuses have a peculiar energy—a blend of anxiety, ambition, and the kind of youthful exuberance that comes from feeling like you're on the cusp of something big.

I’m cutting the time a little close, since it’s already almost two o’clock, which leaves me about four hours to track down James Cantrell’s office, top up on blood, and return to Canus’s estate in Hackney. The campus is much like any college campus, I imagine, all grey roads and red brick buildings. There’s an antique sort of feel to it, and I recognise the shapes of some of the buildings from the photos posted online over a year ago, when I was still a classics student named Aura attending university here.

“We should celebrate,” I tell Ken as we step down from the bus and approach the gate of the estate. We have a few more days to get ourselves ready to leave the estate and begin our new lives. While I don’t know about the rest, Caroline and I already made plans to attend the same uni, which is that of Northrich, the most prestigious university in the city. It has always been my dream to attend and despite having the opportunity to attend any institution of my choice; I feel they can give me what I want. They are also a good choice because they have a no-violence environment that discriminates against no one. I hope to learn as much as I can and when Caroline heard about it a week ago; she cam

So next time. “Let’s go?” Dione said and Jax nodded and started the car again. A FEW minutes later, Dione and Jax were inside the university campus. The university is small to look at from a distance, but it will amaze you when you are in front. Its exterior is like those castle like schools in those fantasy school movies. When you got inside the gate, the surroundings are full of greeny colors. From trees to meadows. It is very relaxing inside and have a very fresh air. Dione instantly loves the ambiance of the school. She feels like she’s still inside a forest.

They never do. Would be nice if someone invented memory blockers the way they did pheromone suppressants. But unfortunately, we're not that advanced yet. Even with werewolves running the world. My fingers tighten around the strap of my dance bag as I walk toward the gates of Blackridge University—the place I've spent the last year dreaming about every single night. The campus looks like a goddamn postcard—ivy-covered stone buildings, glass towers catching the light like they're showing off. Students swarm the courtyard in packs. Literal packs. You can tell by the way they move—like they share the same brain cell.

The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations.

Her roommates were two foreign students, the other one was married while the other was not married but had a boyfriend in the campus from the church choir and he was also working in the hospital maintenance. Evelyn 's University was a private institution that belonged to a certain church, it had a hospital in the same campus where they did their nursing practicals. There was also a pre school and a primary school still belonging to the same church, it was a large campus. After the three cousins left, Evelyn went back to her room and found her roommates with the other two colleagues visiting them

I started. “Yeah,” Adrian said. “Your school.” My foot eased off the accelerator as I stared. The campus sat nestled into the landscape like it belonged there—wide lawns, tall glass-front buildings, a clock tower rising at the center. It was quiet, understandable, it's the weekend. “It’s inside the estate,” I said slowly, disbelief curling in my chest. “Private institution,” he explained. “Mostly kids from families who live here or nearby. Smaller classes. Strict rules.”

Today is the first day of university. I arrived at the campus late because it was grandpa who accompanied me here since Mom is aboard and as usual dad went with her. This morning I could not bring Grandpa out of the home without him doing his morning training. Thus, we are late today. As you have maybe guessed, grandpa is a kong Fu master, that's why despite his age or however busy he is, it won't affect his daily morning training. When I got out of the car and stood in front of Lin college entrance; I was amazed by the college's modern architecture. It has a splendid view.

" Brooklyn College, known for its vibrant arts scene, boasts a picturesque campus that fosters creativity and academic excellence. Nestled in the heart of Brooklyn, New York, the campus spans 35 acres and offers a blend of modern facilities and historic architecture. The campus is adorned with tree-lined pathways that connect various academic buildings, creating a serene and inviting atmosphere for students. The iconic Whitman Hall stands as a testament to the college's commitment to the arts, hosting a range of performances including music concerts, theatrical productions, and dance recitals. The