Creepy Schools Novels & Stories

I dropped my glass gently. “I mean, our children are going to be hybrids like us. Most of these schools don’t nurture curriculums for hybrids. In fact I don’t think there’s one. It has always been a vampire school, werewolf school, witch school and a dragon school. I felt out of place during my time, I didn’t know which side to dwell on, a Werewolf or a Witch. Our kids will feel that way too,” his lips pursed while I adjusted myself gently, I had felt a sharp pain in my belly, it wasn’t that much but it was certainly discomforting. “Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded quickly. “Okay so maybe I should pioneer this.” “What do you mean?”

I should be out there working hard . But it feels good to pretend. I have never felt this normal ever. Having friends. Normal. But thinking about it, it's anything but normal. Werewolves and a vampire go to a half supernatural school to find werewolves for their pack. And it just so happens to be that they land in a surprisingly criminal territory. The thought of it made me want to laugh. "We won't find anything strange as long as we don't go into the woods." Felicity said.

I tell her. "Whatever,” retorts Sophia. Sophia was not a fan of Brette. She thought of him as boastful and a selfless person, who assumes he's better than everyone because he's the alpha son, the future leader of the pack and Harken land. Harken land is the number one land and famous land of all the other lands. It’s also the land where the first school is, the school of the paranormal. The school was discovered by Brette's great, great, great grandfather. He was a powerful alpha just like Brette’s father. He found it while taking a run into some unknown areas he discovers that had more creatures, different creatures from werewolves and so he put on himself and allow his top fighters to find

Maya’s bubbliness was infectious and helped calm some of Charlie's anxiety. “Do only werewolves, witches and vampires go to this school?” “Oh no! Those are the main three but we have some fairies, a small group of dragons. They give a whole new meaning to the word hothead. There are some werecats, avoid any and all cat jokes around them, they will literally scratch your eyes out. Oh! And there are a few native American skinwalkers. They are super secretive and keep to themselves.” “Aren't skinwalkers…?”

Hopefully, this wouldn't lead to my untimely death, like in those cliché horror movies where the clueless girl follows the creepy noises. The voice led me straight to the school basement. 'Of course, the creepy basement,' I thought with a sigh. I was really starting to hate this place; it felt like something straight out of a bad teen horror flick. There was obviously something "off" about it, and every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn around and leave. But curiosity, and maybe a bit of stubbornness, kept me going.

"We're here to escort you to Hollowhaven Supernatural Academy." "What? No fucking way am I going to that freak house." They might as well send me to a medieval torture chamber. I'll be the only human in a school full of vamps, weres, witches, and God knew what else. Before sunrise tomorrow, I would be dead.

She couldn’t shake the thought of those pompous bullies who think they own the world out of her head, and being inside a boarding school significantly terrified her more than being in a regular one. “As what I’ve mentioned earlier, we don’t really have much room left for more werewolves. Werewolves do kind of dominate the entire population here at Sun and Moon Academy.” Miss Foxglove led April Rose towards the stairs leading up to the mezzanine floor. "But for sure, I will—.” “Miss Foxglove!” someone yelled before a woman wearing a knitted cardigan came running down from the mezzanine floor. As far as April Rose could tell, the look painted on the woman’s face seemed like something horrible

The roof leaked in interesting patterns, and the concrete floor stayed cold enough to keep the nightmares at bay most nights. My name is Nico Black. Twenty-one. No family. No future. Just scars that mapped out every place life had kicked me and a high school diploma that meant exactly nothing in a world still limping after the Swarm War. I found the letter two days ago, slipped under the warped metal door like it belonged there. Black envelope. Crimson wax seal shaped like thorns wrapped around a drop of blood. BludHeaven Academy. The vampire school. The one that had started letting humans in after the Integration Accords turned everything upside down.

Pens that barely work. Other students push past me without looking. Their bags are leather and expensive. Mine is canvas and falling apart at the seams. The scent of their expensive perfumes mingles with the crisp autumn air, making me painfully aware of my cheap soap and secondhand clothes. I pull my hood up and start walking toward the main building. Each step echoes against the stone walls. The sound makes me feel smaller somehow. Like I'm shrinking with every breath. This is a school for werewolves. For pack royalty and future leaders. Not for girls like me who shift into wolves barely bigger than house dogs.

Even though the question was for me, it felt more targeted toward his own self. “I guess.”, I managed to answer as I saw the gates of the school. “I’ll be staying in the staff quarters and you know if there is even the slightest chance of Leon taking control, you need to call me or pappy.”, Oliver lectured me again and I nodded while admiring the huge building in front of me. “This school seems ancient!”, I said in awe. “It is. They also provide special classes for werewolves, vampires, and witches. But this is the only school where humans and supernatural study in harmony, or that is what they say!”, my personal encyclopedia named Oliver told me.